Discontent. That's the only word I can use to describe how I'm feeling at the moment. The same slow sinking feeling that plagued me when you were around, or rather, when you weren't. What lasted for what seemed like forever was finally lifted, seeped away over time, its corrosive tentacles drawing back into the shadows.
And yet now, it's gripped me again, and as far as I know it's not because of another one of your forms. Why, after so long has trouble finally reached paradise. The feeling of isolation, of suffocation, it's just come out of nowhere. All there is to do is wait and see.
I've recovered from much worse, but this bruise will take its time to heal.