August 12th

August 12th

I am Tahasi Massk

I can feel the number of hours since I have seen her. Like sand slowly piling on my heart. But I also know the number of hours until I will see her again. A castle of hope slowly taking shape. I see her in my mind. I picture her going running and thinking. I think up delightful entertainments, and necessary distance disappears. Each sweet imagined recreation enhanced by the bone deep longing I feel. 31 hours and counting.

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