nikki20's Journal

Michaels absence is being felt in the house by all.  The distance is too far and great.  The strings holding our souls together are being pulled and stretched.  The tension is powerful and yanks at my heart.  The longer he is gone the harder it pulls.  The strings begin to fray, split and eventually break.  It is agony.  I am in agony.  The seconds are hours, the hours are days.  Time stands still as though I am motionless.  Frozen in place and time but still able to breathe and feel.  Still able to cry.

he is a week away