Limp.

I laid there limp because I know that in the end it will be me, there, alone, tears sliding across my cheeks.

I should post.

Something. Substantial. It's actually fairly pathetic, I used to write-- and for days I thought that I would write about my most recent African adventure and I never actually did it. I think I'm scared to write again, that I won't be able to find the words or I won't be able to be eloquent enough. I guess I have to start somewhere.