Quite the Disappearing Act...

Two and a half weeks and nothing.  That's a pretty drastic turn from texts every day.  Is is safe to say that you are gone forever?  I'd hate to think that is the case, but all signs are pointing to "yes."  And there isn't much I can do.  My hands are tied.  It was said that there would be new numbers.  Preventative measures taken.  Barriers.  All means used to prevent communication.  Looks like ti worked.  Especially from my end.  I have nothing I can do.  You, on the other hand, I would think have options.  Maybe limited ones, but still some options.  I mean, I'm here.  Nothing changes on my end.  No one sneaking around and checking to see who I'm talking to.  I have the ability to receive and respond to texts at any time.  And yet, not a one.  That's pretty cold.  Pretty fucking cold.  To be thrown away so quickly.  So effortlessly.

Life goes on, though.  Right?  And so I'll just pick myself up.  Dust myself off.  And get back into the game.  Don't put on the injured list.  I'm fine, friends and neighbors.  In a way, its good to get knocked on your ass.  Reminds you of the stakes.  Tests your resolve.  Do you have what it takes, or are you just going through the motions?  Well I say, "game on!"  Game on.................