Still-heavy and
getting emptier. A car comes to mind, with a fuel tank which is getting
perceptibly emptier all the time.
I am running on memories.
The need to fall back into the familiar warm embrace, to drown myself in the love and approval is overwhelming. Crazy plans, farfetched notions keep coming to my mind.
Scenes of past tears and pleasures swim before my eyes almost constantly. I'm like an addict craving a fix of a drug willingly left behind, except that my drug is unconditional love.