The past few days has been awkward and uncomfortable for me, I’m not sure where I am. The nights where I’ve spent staring into empty streets with blinding streetlights are back to worry my shadows. I look away and felt something on my face; I reach up to find that my fingers are wet. Carrying a grudge is the heaviest load. How many second glances am I allowed, after the many looks behind my shoulders, they are finally slumped in exhaustion.
Rachel is leaving in a few hours. My world feels a little heavier, the two vessels I seek refuge in, and unload my hurting delusions, has finally left me behind (guilt-trip intended). The halo and the pitchfork, the crazywoman and psychobitch (you two can fight over this one, the latter is a much coveted title I know).
I miss you both: It’ll be alright, we’ll be home tonight, I’m coming back home. Is the home really where the heart is? If it is, Stel has divided and is about to conquer certain hotspots of Perth and the quieter areas of Melbourne.