Trenches

Jurnei,

I still feel very much in the trenches.

Maybe by my own staying?

I come out every once in a while, but I feel protected from the bombardement of "no one really likes you"!!

But, I trust You do, Jurnei.

I don't know how You or how I allow You to get me to be amongst the living?

Am I one of they?

Insertions of significance come every now and then.  But placebo like they feel.  Uppers.

Falling victim to any belief is draining, sleeping me awake.

Jurnei, when I was with You, I knew my importance.  Here, it is fleeting.  And fading.

Sure, it fades to Starlight, but so far reaching away from my grasp it becomes.

I wish I could fly there, too.

Maybe tonight?