Maybe...

In more ways than one I have no real solid grasp on the negative side of things... I only have my doubts and the thoughts of the other side.

Why do I think of it this way? Is it because of the dreams that have tainted my beliefs? Are my inhibitions really this inept in the realm where dull grey are the tunnel to see?

Don't know. Reassurance is how she exists, and her existence...

It is where the adept had concurred. Maybe... soon. My only hope.

I miss you. that is all. You.

The one who makes her smile.

May the days have been kind to you, for I always send you my best. Always will for as long as words are exfoliate from my being...