Of Course.

[greenstorm]

Oh wait. That thing that's so heavy? That poly angst? That's me, it's mine, not theirs. That's being left. That's the way that when I stop putting out they stop making time for me as a friend- or maybe just the fear of it. It's the grief of loss. That's fear of my own pain. Oh, Greenie, it's ok. It's ok. You don't need to bury it so deep.

Sleep tonight. Wake with this. Carry it a bit. It'll be ok. You'll see.