Take just a little bit please

Humid is the cube I sit in. People around me stinking of yesterday’s meal and their lack of deodorant. I wish my nasal passage would stop up again with excess mucus for the stench is overwhelming.

The thought of you drifts over and over there. I can see you in contrast to those others. These feelings I feel. The thoughts and desire I debate sharing with you. What harm will come to you when I change my mind? What happens when the end is reached? Will you look back with satisfaction or be bitter with the very brief period that we do call end?

As humans it seems we always let the memory be that of the last contact. That most painful moment when the most harm is done and harsh words are said. The days that were joyous with glory are hidden by this. It is sad to think about times which occur in either case. What will your thoughts turn to if I decide to abandon the effort?

Life moves and we grow. Sometimes though, it seems that we only shrink, as each person takes a little bit away.