On the edge of gone...

I know you're worried. I'm worried too. I'm sorry for not being able to explain things properly or give you the answers you want. I'm just, very ... I can't think of the right word. How do I explain that my mind is too slow and too jumbled all at once. That I'm out of gas and I barely get through the day? That I've failed, and the only way to keep from falling apart is to accept that? Or that maybe I've already fallen apart, and I don't know if I can sweep the pieces back together? I guess I'll settle on three words. I am tired.

Not good at staying still...

I wish I could know you much more sometimes...

If you wanna kick this rock around,

if you've got a bone to pick with me,

if you've got a flag, 

plant it in the ground.

I'll stay here until morning,

we can fight like we used to fight,

bony-limbed, red-faced, and teary-eyed,

under the glow of the TV light, 

I'd be willing and able.