A few days ago an electric power switches off and the after shock is heavy. I could avoid writing about it like sleeping on a hard bed but I have to express these existing emotions. It is good I am also rational or I would dig a hole and hide for a while.

I am not pointing my finger at you... I am exhausted with my own emotional struggles. My own loss, my own... To me you are a child but I am not your mother. I was a giver. Rejoiced? Don�t humble yourself. The ocean is too deep. My spirit is hungry and your words satisfy the hunger. I am never to march to you. I am not here to be taken for granted.

I am already gone.