i get headaches, and become tired when he talks about it, not because i'm bored.. just because i honestly cannot comprehend any of his feelings and thoughts.
it seems so complicated, and no matter how hard he tries to explain, or justify the points he's making, i can never make any sensible comments. it's such an alien concept to me, and for him to dumb it down so much, and for me still not to undertand even a little bit makes me feel useless.
i'd love to get inside is head just to understand for that brief moment, so he wouldn't feel alone, carrying the weight of the world.
sometimes i watch him sleep, and listen to him breathe in and out just to make sure he's alive, and that he's not been taken away from me.
i get scared sometimes, because i don't know what's going to happen, and i'm sure he's uncertain of that too.
does god have a plan?