Maybe, it's the glare of my computer screen. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation. Maybe it's because I am surrounded by demented people 12 hours a day. Maybe it's the fact I miss him. Maybe it's a little of everything.
Anything, maybe just anything to put a reason behind this creeping insanity.
Maybe it's the fact I want to feel I'm significant, that the Universe hasn't totally abandoned me yet...not yet at least.
They say when you lose something, you go back on your tracks and look for it.
Exactly.
