Constant.

Clarity. It’s all I ask for these days. From you, the stars, God. I just want clarity. Some sense of understanding and knowledge that I can lean on in times like this.

Everything around me is changing. And it all seems to be changing so quickly. Everything but our silence is changing. Text messages sent into the void remain unanswered—perhaps unread. That is the only constant in my life right now—your absence.

Perhaps if I pray enough, that constant will change too. Perhaps I can will you out of isolation. Or silence. Or whatever it is that’s stopping you from speaking. Perhaps I can manifest you back into my life. Perhaps I can force the tarot cards of your life to read you back into mine. To bring you back into my vicinity. Closer—physically or metaphysically—is where I want you.

Closeness. It’s all I ask for these days. From you, the stars, God. I just want you near. I want you to be someone I can lean on in these ever changing times. I want you to be my constant.