My flat life. I'm just waiting and waiting for something big to happen. Just keep waiting and waiting. I kill my time with my snore, and yes, time has brought me to a deep and loooong dream, a dream about him.

Yesterday I prayed...

If there something I could do to bring him back to my arms, I would be gladly to do that. Coz he's gone bringing pieces of me with him, and I'm now incomplete.
And this is what I hate about myself. I hate self denial.

Dear Lord, help me...