Brain drain Stories

The low unsettling beat of the drum, making me wonder, have I come undone? Again? I swear it never ends. Thank goodness I have friends whom I adore and am, as stated, grateful for. Sometimes my life is such a bore and I find myself not wanting more. Not wanting anything, really. Hope. Always hoping and praying to a god that is never fully explaining. Is this for real or some sort of training? What comes next? I hope less...

Right. It is true. I have been waiting for you. I have hoped and held on, always humming our song, but I was wrong. At first, I missed your touch and longed for you to be near, even though you are always right here. I made a move and sought a hug, but in return, you hissed and shrugged me away. I was sure it was just for a day that things would be this way.It's just a phaseVacant daysNext, I missed your love for me which...