Dear John,
I'm sitting on my bed wrapping a gift for a friend when all the sudden my chest involuntarily had a deep inhalation of air.
Without a cause, it tightened and weighed heavier. My once inspired cloud drained down through droplets of sadness and darkness. One moment, I was all motivated. And now it's all gone. I paused, stopped and thought what the hell gone wrong.
Tears had blurred my vision. Such pain was the silent cry without sorrow.
Without knowing why, I hungered to be touched. To be enveloped by someone's warm skin and hide in that embrace of safety and love. I hear my entire being scream for that desperate need.
But no one is really there. I have looked around, see. There's no one. The absence is deafening.
So, here I am suffering to the music of the soundless night.
Alone.
Hugggggs,
Ann
