The Reason

I hold myself close at night is because I can't seem to fall asleep in an empty bed. The reason I sleep pressed up against the wall is to fool my mind into thinking I'm once again sharing the bed. The reason I toss and turn is because this place doesn't smell right. The reason I wish is so that my dreams don't seem so far fetched.

There are a thousand reasons. There are a million. They grow hourly. It is worse than a viral disease laying waste to my body, because it is not terminal, it has no symptoms, there is no pain. There is only emotion. Emotion's are irrational. They are trickery and mockery at the same time. They land the deafening blow. Knocking back your enemies and allies at the same time.

Be rash, but be right. I am right. So she must be left. And all we are missing is two more rights.

Let's take those together.