My days are empty and full. I do not know what state of mind this is in which I find myself tonight, other than need. But for what? Sleep, answers, a return of the ten minutes I waited at the bus stop tonight. To know my sister and to forgive those who hurt me, and, Stephanie, why do I want to apologize? I do not want to be sorry anymore. I want change. All it returns to is a never-ending ache for simplicity, serenity, and sleep. End, sleep.