It’s not really a window of clarity, but I’ve noticed I’ve come to a point in my condition where I blog less, where I reach out less.
This isn’t to say that the voices have stopped, but also, and they instigate, that they have some frequency that can force me to type or give me the feeling that I want a dialogue with you.
By now you should know that you are the greatest love of my life, and I don’t intend to have anything or anyone take your place, at least not at this moment, but I find it odd that the voices kind of, sound as if they’re toying with me, like I’m some puppet on their strings.
True, I have to will myself to write even something as simple as this now, but if you were within arms reach of me, after all of these sweet nothings do they think I’d sit in a room idly with you for even a moments notice?
Yes yes yes the “puppy love” phase dies, but aren’t Norwegians known for “enjoying the silence” and if it came to the fact that I was listening to music and you were reading a book do they think I wouldn’t ask you what you thought or give you the paper for a sudoku puzzle or put my head phones on you to listen to a song that makes me think of you or ask you what you’d want to eat later or if you’d like to watch a movie and etc etc etc?!
The possibilities are endless.
But the fact of the matter is that you are literally thousands of miles away.