peering through saline windows

...very tired, and I miss Allison very much. No better way to put it I guess...
Something inside hurts. It keeps trying to pull up tears... but always at the wrong times, when I can't afford to cry. Always triggered by stupid things...

I wish I could write more... I just feel like blogging days are over, like I'm trying to revive something dry and forgotten. Something cracked, and lifeless... something who's lifeblood has slowly fled into a distant and higher focus. What is there to draw my heart here anymore?
Distant memories; mythical and blurred through tear stains.

I gotta go do dishes.