Stuck.

That one night of inability to sleep.

All the thoughts that ran through my mind on that one particular night now runs through over and over again each time I am unable to sleep. My thoughts drift to you, even though I don't want it to. Like how it plays strange noises every once in a while for no particular reason or without any particular occurences.

I need to get a hold of my (crazy) mind.

A constant.

I used to think things come and go in life.

But I'm beginning to think I may have been wrong.

'Cause love (irregardless of its form), I think, can last forever.

Lips of An Angel by Hinder.

Honey, why're you calling me so late?

It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey why're you crying, is everything okay? Gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud. Well, my girl's in the next room. Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, it sounds so sweet.

Coming from the lips lips on an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak. Don't wanna say goodbye but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel. It's funny how you're calling me tonight, and yes I dreamt of you too.

Does he know you're talking to me, will it start a fight?

The wind and it's passing.

I'm fully aware of the knots that the wind can tie with my hair.

But I love the way it beats against my face and rushes past me when I'm in an open vehicle. I love the way it makes Snowy happy, throwing her black wet nose into the air and taking big whiffs of air, internalizing all the smells and scents of the fresh air.

I love that the wind has been to places. It may have travelled across the oceans and continents after brushing past you, or it could have ran through your fingers just this morning. It may even gave brushed through your hair just minutes ago, or held you in its embrace this morning.

The wind brings me closer and nearer to those who seem so far. And yet it will be whatever that will carry us away when our time comes. As it has with Kong Kong, and will with Snowy in what is an unfortunate small number of years to come.

Today, as we alighted from the car and I watched her race down the slope, barking and panting, having plain good fun, I decided to take her for a walk. I took our old route, but this time I watched her fall back down the stairs and I climbed up.

No more can she race up the faster than I. Today, I had to cheer her on on every step. She almost gave up, but I didn't want her to. I saw how age has gotten to her, and I know that one day, she wouldn't be able to climb those stairs as she once could.

And unfortunately but definitely will she lie in the wind's embrace, as it takes her away from mine.

Never Tell.

It's a good book.

It's the part where Catherine is older. She's dealing with the abuse pretty well now. She's in her late grandma's house when her Uncle says to her "I love you too, kiddo, and don't you forget it." Kiddo, kiddo. Only Bryan has called me that, and right now, I wish he just would again.

Pretend nothing ever happened.

Needy.

She's sitting in the park with her lover.

But I want that to be us. I wanna sit in a park in the night, in your arms, laughing and talking about anything and everything. I wanna be the one beaming with love. But I'm not. Instead, you're asleep and I'm sitting here wondering where the hell everyone is. I might just call Juno.

Or not. Maybe I'll just wait for her to call me back. Yeah, I will.

Baby, baby, baby nooo.

I know better.

Awesome day with the squad and it's been a long while that I've been in someone's arms. And only one person, you, can make me so feel so safe, relaxed and yet keep my heart racing at the same time. I'm more than thankful for you, baby. God knows I should be contented.

And let go.