http://burnwithus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] burnwithus 2011-01-06 08:56 pm (UTC)

I can't answer that.

Instead, I kick back my chair and walk towards a table that holds a jug of water and some cups. It's easier to have something to do in order to take my mind off things. Going through the motions of living to see if life will eventually mean something. It hasn't yet, and I'm not holding my breath.

I pour him a glass and hand it over. His throat is so scratchy that it isn't hard to guess what he wants, especially since I've known him for so long. Even talking was no longer necessary after awhile. Better than scaring away the animals. We learned to communicate through signals.

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