I've begun to explore the idea that you have replaced this space, if I may. For I catch myself painstakingly committing to memory even trivial thoughts, to share with you in our leisurely moments- so few.
You've entwined yourself into my life in the most imperceptible ways. You've become a hand of reason. You are the voice of wisdom. You are my very own wishing well- echoing to me a confidence I so lack at times. I know you are not a mere passerby- for you share with me a restlessness that floats by the world utterly misunderstood. You are like the welcome breeze when I run- calming me and egging me along in my impossible quests. Why do you indulge me so?
Maybe I've found in you a bottomless receptacle, to pour into my petty woes, my baseless trepidations, my irrationalities- so many. Shamelessly, I impose upon you my childish victories, sometimes even a hint of the ever-lurking darkness. Maybe that explains my long silence.
I hope, wait even, for my time to do you countless favors, for a way to earn your undeserved indulgences, for a fleeting chance to be your sunshine... Until then, this space is yours to reign. Welcome, you!