Herself

And I've been quiet these days - the only thing I can do - filling my lungs with air as silent and dull as the blood sleepwalking through my veins. This is what you've lost, ..: the tiny instabilities and doubts, the eternal blanks, the deadest of times.


..and I find myself powerless to do anything but make my way back to my little sanctuaries as storms build, amazed and always a little stunned by the realization that it was not always so..


I did my best, I seem to whisper.