Qe Sera Sera

I write often. I really do. It's just that... Your hand, it muffles the sound of my voice.

I cried today. A relief of sort. I was starting to question my own humanity. How could I have held out so long? I still wonder in disbelief. But I guess I'm human after all. Slightly calloused. A little hard around the edges. Yet still there, beating as it should be.

It's funny. Then again. It's not. How is it, being seas apart you still manage to take? The world was up for grabs and yet, it was my little corner your deep black eyes, your gaze... it rested upon. And why does this surprise me so...

I quiver. As I always do. Not do to fear, nor the chill in the air. I've come to accept it as so.

Meet me at the river. I will leave you there.