Breathe Deep, The Gathering Gloom
The joy I felt upon seeing her is reflected back at me in Abby's face as we move to hug in the dorm parking lot. Bliss. ‐-----‐---‐-----------‐---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you have been on a ship, far enough away from shore that water is all you see wherever you look, then you will know how I feel. I didn't tire of writing my journal, nor has the novelty gone away of being able to look back and crisply remember a day or a feeling or a moment. Instead, I have walled myself off, sealed myself away for the most part. If you have rung me up on the telephone, I certainly haven't answered and probably haven't called you back. Yes, it's like that. I am in a place so far inside myself that I can't even talk about it, nor will I. I suggested it's akin to being at sea, but that isn't an apt metaphor. It is more like being deep in a forest at dusk. The sunlight is fading as the sun sinks...