departure

its all coming back now, my insecurities, the troubles, the memories and the events...

somehow i'm reluctant. contact now seems like a hassle and irritation, you won't understand, no one will... except prehaps... one. this will pass i'm sure, but its the now thats the problem, and it'll be back. that i'm sure. something a person said today shocked me, for a split second it showed, and it was caught, a friend. i think i need a break, i think i need to sleep or maybe......

you know, someone once said. "it takes a person with great power to be able to give it all up and show vulnerability." but how about... *a question better left unsaid.

i suppose, its back to the toil again. i'm done.
*once again i'm faced with partings. must you go?

person: timothy
location: home, in bed