Ballooning.

Tonight is painful. And when I think about this blog that I have, I'm sorry for those of you who read it. Its a sack clothe of tears. Maybe because, I have nowhere else to hide them.
Tonight I miss you. Do I miss you? Or do I miss what I gave to you? Do I miss what you took from me?
You live in the hills with your money and comfort. I live in the trees with my cold and my hunger.