When the house rings in emptiness and my breathing becomes the the only thing I can hear, my head jumps around in paranoia. Because I know that during happy times (and times in the not so distant now), and sad times as well (just all time, really), that we have much more to tell the world than it will ever know. It is more than the world will want to hear, but it is everything it wants to know.

I twirl the satin in my hands in rememberance of you.

I'm just so stressed out. I hope this tea has caffiene.

I used to have tea parties with Libby. Those were fun days.