I can’t sleep.
My eyes have exhausted all of their fluid.
I have to wake up for work in six hours.
My head is full of sadness and leaking all reminisce of hope.
My face is heavy and puffy.
One day, I’ll have someone who will be willing to work through these rough patches. Who will love me and accept me. And we’ll never run out of laughter.
I’m not pining for fairy tales, mostly just the love and comfort and strength of a companion who can tell me I’m an asshole but not berate me for it.
One day the earth will be full of sun shine and color again. And one day so will I.