crazed

i was pulling my hair over when i would see gregg again.

most probably, i'm going to see him tomorrow, when work resumes, but of course, you cannot talk sense to madness; it just would not wait. i wasted time earlier, checking on his usual haunt, for evidence of his being there. i met disappointment in the face, naturally.

gregg. i see him in the monitor.

gregg. i hear him in my playlist.

gregg. i smell him in my cinnamon swirl.

gregg. i breathe him.