Feeding the wishes in my head…

I’m sick.

Bloody sick and broken.

My garden dies as we speak. I miss the green of it.

I want four acres on a wooded lot so I can lose myself in my mini-forest and not come out for days. But if only it were just me. But it’s not. There’s always two.

It boggles my mind that I don’t have the strength to just break away. After all the shit I’ve been through.. you know? I should be stronger than this. The energy should flow through my fingers so I can push you away. You’re an energy incubus. I know it. I’m addicted to the feeling of being drained. It’s a black hole.

I want to be surrounded by trees. I want to feel small and insignificant. Just a creature passing through before the storm. I don’t have the strength to make it happen. I wish I did.

If wishes were kisses… then I would feel loved.