Sickness. Strength. Hope.

Sick. Sick and tired of having to pick up the pieces. Sick of waiting around, like waiting for rain in this inevitable drought. Strength. The strength I'll need to maybe tell you how I feel. The strength I'll need to stand watching you walk away again. Hope. Hoping this isn't all in my head. The hope that this will all be worthwhile, that this can really be something beautiful.