Interlude; dim days and dulled thoughts

There are some very, very strange things going through my mind. Half-thoughts and whispers scattering across my consciousness to disrupt and confuse my soul. My mind teases and twists at me, drops of salty tears sending ripples across the fractured surface.

Sometimes I wonder if it would have been better to point out; "I'm doing this because I love you", but then I feel that might have been almost all the time. Still it might have helped her understand just how far away from all that was familiar had I been.