when you and i... are apart, for a longer length of time i find....
i am a lop-sided, mis-shapen thing. stumbling along.. a straight and narrow road.
simple things, take more time and difficult things, are well... too...difficult.
it is not that, i can't cope. i do.... but life has, become more of a chore. and less, of a game.
and it is the seperation.
i blame, for the colours becoming dull, for the words lacking purpose, for the heart beatingΒ Β too slowly, for the sun losing it shine, and food, it's taste.
and for me, becoming a.... whinging, whining waste of space!
lop-sidely, stumble-grumbling, along....
come home soon, ya big lug.... i am drowning in self pity here..... lol.