Sickness and disappointment. Similar diseases. Each letting me like leaches on my skin. I'm too weak to fight either of them alone anymore. My chosen partners are no where to be found. Too far away to know. I'm stopped up inside because of all of this. Not knowing where I even belong anymore. So tired of running from here to there. Looking for some kind of home, or simblence of home. I'm trying to rest inside, trying to accept what has been left to me by my storm beaten life. Trying to weather this next storm, these raging seas inside tumbling, twisting, churning. Don't know if I will make it. Don't think my ship can take it. tired of fighting, am I.