Entry 911: Dear Wanderer

We haven't spoken in a while; I'm starting to feel the energy bulge behind your chest. Turmoil seems to raid it, sinking it further into an emotional derangement. Derailing your mind off its tracks, capsizing it into a limbo of confusion. Constant torment and dreadful memories have seized your life. Your body has started to wither from the weight of your remorse. I start to wonder when I last saw you honestly smile. Forgive me if I've been detached from the reality we share because on some days my selfishness gets in the way of my love. Your presence is gratification to my existence. Trust me with your happiness, we shall make a home of it.