Conflickered to say the least. You have left twice, or rather I left you and you left me, once each, in the past 8 months. You arrival brings on so much at one moment. It always has. I am a better person when I am with ear shot. I want more. I want less. I keep looking for reason’s why this is happening. Nothing seems right. I know that tomorrow depends on me, but quite possibly my faith is lost. I am beginning to see how people give up, give in. Not that I would, I know what I have. But what about those who struggle every day of their lives and do not have a fraction of what I do. And yet I am still lost. Is it the desire for things too high. Is it the possible failure. Is it the possible success. I pull apart all the little moments to see what roots I can pull from the ground. Do I have anything to give? Do I have anything of desire? The warmth fades and flickers at every passing breeze.