Threads of Gossamer

Elusive. That would be the most appropriate word to describe the presence of patience in my life at this point of time. I feel like I'm drowning. No water, just air. The very oxygen that allows me to breathe is slowly suffocating me and turning my lungs leaden. I just want to scream. To scream and scream until I get hoarse; to scream until I can never scream again. The madness is everywhere. In the trees, whispered in the wind, in the words spoken and left unsaid, in the glances exchanged by the strangers and the passersby, in the cars that speed past in all their polished glory, chasing after each other in a single-minded intent. And all I can think about is you.