Well I gave up on school for the week and came home early. Probably not the best idea for my academic standing, but I really needed to get out of there. Home has been good, I've been alot calmer and the continues panic attacks have become less frequent. The weather has been awful, it's snowed and then rained and then froze...which means terribly icy roads and very slow driving. The trip home that should have taken me only two hours ended up taking me almost four. I guess I should add a little writing into here...
I can hear, I know that you are here. I heard them when they whispered it around town, you were here, back from over there. They couldn't stop talking about you, their lips quivering and jumping to form the words. I told them that you wouldn't like that, that you would cover your ears and sing so you couldn't hear, you were here, you were there, you're home. I wish you would stay home, so that I wouldn't feel so alone, maybe I could tuck a homing device under the collar of your uniform. The uniform you wear so handsomely. Do they tell you how handsome you look over there? Do they compliment your dimples and your whispy hair. I love your whispy hair, so unlike a hare's course fur. I wouldn't run my finger through that, but I would pull them through your whispy hair and kiss your here-for-now lips. When you go back there, I'll be here. Listening to their whispers, watching as they're changing, waiting for word from you all the way from over there. As long as I'm here, and you're there, our heart will remain somewhere in the middle.
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