and the depression settles in.

without warning, there is a

knock at the door, but the

door isn't in my cabin. the

door is in my mind, sheltered

by the currents that are my

closed eyes. with my lids

shut and the lights off, i lay

in the dark and wonder if

will would think this is all

his fault. gods, i hope he

doesn't think that he had

anything to do with my

sorrow. it's just a part of

me by now.