fearless

[notesinblue]

the emperor has flown away to far off lands and the princess of cups departs for the desert within hours. i sit here in my empty house, hugging a pillow so tight it may just pop out the other side of me. i detest being alone unless it's by my own designs. ten days. ten days. ten days in an empty house. i thought i would cry all the way back from the airport, or when i walked into the hush of my vacant home. but i'm dry eyed and hollow. i'm a shock victim. or perhaps, just perhaps, it's because i keep holding onto words spoken in the hush of the swamp. i recite them like a mantra. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. and one day, maybe, just maybe there will be someone to hold my hand as the world caves in around me. maybe, just maybe, i won't be alone when it matters most. and right now, maybe is more than i had a day ago. maybe just might be enough.