It is kinda weird living all alone. Maybe this house just seems to grow when there isn't anyone in it. Maybe it's just me.
Plans were supposed to materialize tonight. Somewhere along the way, I screwed up, apparently. It is an odd game we play. Like dancing to no music. Maybe, there isn't a game at all. Just a make believe scenario. None of it existing at all. Maybe, it's just me, again.
When we talked about it a long time ago, I was filled with what felt like little bubbles. Light-spirited and plastered with this sincere smile across my face. I thought we would have all the time in the world and not counting down the hours anymore. I thought time would stop for us. Time stops for no one. No matter how much I mentally prepare myself for the letdown, the effect when it hits is never less.
This is how it unfurls: I bury myself neck deep in my covers and stare down the dark hallway. I leave the lights and television switched on, pretending as if nothing will get me if I'm surrounded in activity.
Where are you?