Today, as I sit on my bed, feeling the valleys in-between my ribs, I am thinking. That I am nurturing so I am bound to be given second mom responsibilities because I won't back out of them due to my guilt. That people will walk in and out of your life for so quick, they only stayed for a five minute visit. But other's can come over for a visit and end up staying the whole weekend. The trick is getting them to stay for a whole month. That you can miss any of those people so much. That I am so propelled by my heart, I can walk miles in the freezing cold to see someone. That I still love him, all the same. that I have two sets of mind emotions. High: well we all don't need an explanation of that. Low: when I am drowning in my illness. That I love to play music on people's heartstrings. That the quiet various with season. In the winter it has a heater humming with the piercing silence. In the summer, the piercing silence mates with the screaming locusts. That this room is quiet and I wish I could share it with somebody. It is cold when no one is here, so now I always have somebody over with me. That now, I can sit somewhere and my eyes start pouring out tears but I'm not crying. That I hate it when my limbs fall asleep.