House Plants

I guess I haven't had much to say to you as of late. No excuses, I've been passing over our nightly chats. Neglecting our relationship.

Maybe I feel like there's nothing left for me to say and that you know all my secrets now. Even if something new happens, it seems that I react in similar ways:

Substance abuse.

Oversleeping.

Self-deception.

Soft cries for help that I'm afraid someone else will hear.

Maybe that's why I spread myself so thin. So no where will I find myself too concentrated as to plunge in. Where and what does it mean to be in, anyway?

I don't know. I'm sorry I haven't been there. Well, I'm always there, you know that. In the room, but just as a projection. Not reaching out, but flat against the wall and cringing when anything comes too close.

I can still water you. But. I know you deserve more and I'm sorry that I don't know how to provide that.

So.

I'm going to go now.