maybe

Someone once sang, “Missing you is just a part of living…”

And that’s the way I’m starting to feel, pathetic me.

But I can’t help it.  Finals keep me busy, but every once in a while, a stored up picture, a memory, comes to mind…and I lose myself in thoughts of should’ves, could’ves…and yes, would’ves.

I have buried my head in the sand, but my heart is still on my sleeve.  I have shut down my wells of emotion, but somehow the steamy feelings still emerge.

I need to feel alive again, but somehow I can’t breathe.

Yes, I’m a mass of contradictions… a paradoxical slave queen.

Maybe when my finals are done, and I have mastered a part of my Masters…maybe then I will be able to stir up my strength for life.