10062012.14.50
On board plane, taxiing to take off with an hour of delay. Am so tired I slept on and off that entire hour.
So tired I cannot feel anything, and the significance of this trip has not dawned on me yet. I keep on feeling I should feel something. I keep on thinking this will be the "last" trip in a series of trips I've been making to visit mum. I keep on trying to imagine how it will be to see her again after one month... But nothing seems to affect me. Nothing seems to affect me the way I feel I should be affected. Or perhaps I am expecting to feel too much?
No tears, no tears yet... But the lack of tears do not mean anything, right?
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