tomorrow

I'm exhausted. I'm sleeping the most rediculous amounts at the moment. I'm just wading through everything, telling myself that if I can just make it through..... through to when? End of the quarter? End of the week? End of the day? None of these really matter, because in the end there's still tomorrow... and an endless set of tomorrows streching out into eternity. It seems endless and pretty pointless really. Getting through the day seems a little pointless when you know that you'll only have to do the same again tomorrow, and the day after that. It just seems so very empty to be living an existance to be got through.

It's been cold, wet and rather stormy of late here. But tonight I stood on my balcony and looked at the trees which were swaying in the high wind and realised what I missed - with redwoods you miss out on that beautiful sound of the trees rippling in the wind, when the gusts rip through the leaves and you get the most lovely percussion.

I miss the boy a lot tonight. I miss his arms around me. I miss looking into his eyes.