A strange conundrum.

Sometimes, the more you have, the less you have.

The happier you get, and I truly am in most things, the sadder you realise you are inside.

Its all very well doing this that and the other, and really moving on in yourself leaps and bounds, striving, acheiving things, regaining awareness after being for so long without it.

But the more often good things happen, the more often I miss sharing it when I get home, or the following day.

I kid myself that I put it to the back of my mind, but thats all im doing, kidding myself.

Its no good regaining your senses, without being able to share them with who you want to the most.

[ILTJ]