this morning #1362.

this morning, i still couldn’t get a hold of her. knew she’d do this again. all these unanswered calls. lil’ miss M.I.A. three days of waiting & three days of space. i paced around my place. made up scenarios. where in god’s name had she gone? physically. emotionally. i wavered between anger & worry. perhaps i need to embrace parts of both & hope that she turns up sooner rather than later. i hate the wait. the not knowing. haven’t slept well at all since we last spoke. can’t focus on much else. the past two days at work, i’ve been going through the motions. today, unless i hear from her, i assume that i’ll be going through more of the same. it’s a damn shame. i tried breathing deep. the phone rang.