Longing for quiet.

You caused all of this.

The tethers chained on a heart bound to love.

A confession of disillusionment with the world around us, coping thereafter with the imminent struggle of daily life, and coming to the conclusion that hope is for the having.

You don’t have a single regret.

These are the times when it matters most.

Voices scream, voices lash out in a scrambled, messed up life.

What happens when you have given everything you have?

Tired after a long day at work.

You fill me with worry.