Hello you. (a different you now; I'm keeping my word). Too much past has ruined the future, but I truly hope you like your escape. I know how much it will mean to you,

and hello you. I thought about you for the first time in ages today, and I considered getting in touch, just to see how you were, but then realised I simply couldn't deal with another teaser of what I really just want so much of.

You know, You were just starting to get past my defences too. Times, places, rights, wrongs.

I miss you in a different way to the rest. Too far away, too infrequent. But not too much to want rid of, not at all, because I think I see that you need someone like me, like I need someone like you. Still...

And oh, you. If you'd just stay still and let me speak, maybe you would stop running away. Maybe you'd stop chasing your dreams. But then how would I feel?

and you. You. I never thought you'd leave, of all people, but it seems that is the case. Will we meet again once you go? In a years time, be in the bay, because I'll burn up a sun just to see you.

All these colours, fading to black.

I've not forgotten to write here. I've just not been able to, really. I missed out a whole month, nearly two, it seems.

Which kind of sucks, but kind of doesn't, as I've had to try to turn all the shit into gold in other, more productive ways.

Still, I intend to write here more often, or at least more regularly. Starting tonight.