One more day. Just one. Then we get to be free. I need some sleep next to you. To ease my mind and lift the weight off my shoulders. I just need you. Have not called my father recently, no desire to do so. I'm being a coward and not facing the confrontation that has yet to come. Where are you Christmas, why can't I find you. Then I can go see my brother's pretty face, I can feel my grandmother's soft hands on my cheeks. Lalala, love. Your childish glances are getting old. My attitude has come back, my clumsiness following. Once again, I find myself falling and running straight into doors. I'm blind. Blinded by love.