I will lay me down

Damn my worrywart gut. The universe should have re-scheduled my portion of stress and my pals'. You can't keep putting them in phase; I don't have that many bomb containers and frankly the series of continued mistiming is driving me mad. And there should be more paths available. I, by no means am a perfect person. When I keep seeing that many ways available, but with every one of them eventually leading into a pre-determined conclusion... that's just cheating, dude. I don't expect life to be fair but, come on.

Lady, my dear lady. Please get well soon. As I mentioned before, I'm aware it's never about me, this kind of things are largely about you and your needs. For this one, it does nothing but to remind me of my limitations. But it's fine. Sail on, silver girl, but take your time. Although it pains me to be in the dark, I shall wait. Right here, exactly, so you'll know where to find me should you feel the need to. That's what friends are for.

This world is ever changing. Places change, things happen, people move around and about. Sometimes, though, you may find yourself longing for an expectation you can be hopeful about. An expectation that something familiar will be there to comfort you during a momentarily break before another try at the foggy future. It is for that sake that I empty up tiny slots in my schedules for, more or less.

If this world makes you crazy and you've taken all you can bear, you call me up because you know I'll be there.