When I wonder if I am?

I remember what it felt like
I miss the story I told myself.

I miss you, but I don't want to say it.
I want to make us a warm place
And not something I want to run away from;

Why are you so difficult to figure out.
Why am I so angry.

I'll fix my telephone today, I can't recieve calls.

How can I fix this?
"Some things are easier to mend than others"

I want to come closer
I wish you'd let me in.
Am I going about it the wrong way?

I'd rather see your sunrise

There's a war inside me.

Months of not writing

There's not really much you can say when you haven't written in your blog for a few months. I can't really recount everything that's happened. Maybe that's not the point.
Maybe the point of a blog is some insightful comments about life and a few photographs of deserted train tracks in a good layout.
But what can I write without sacrificing my integrity?

No time to write more, gotta catch the bus.
Saved by the bell.