when I wake up at 3 am and go for a run I feel like I am withering away. Maybe it's because I hold my breath the entire time?  I'm just trying to find myself again.  I don't know what haunts me more, his face or my face saying goodbye to me; vacationing in some crevasse of some mountain no one has ever been to.  I bet that's where all those girls go.  That's where we all are.  Laying on our backs all iced up and empty.  like some sort of book club for ripped up woman.  I wonder how filled up that mountain is?  How full of empty women?  I bet no one lives there, the wailing must be unbearable.