There Is No Grief Like

Things Are What They Are And There's No Point Dwelling In The Past Or Wondering What Could Have Been.

The Feeling I Have Reminds Me Of New Year’s Eve, When The Countdown Is Coming And I’m Not Quite Sure Whether To Grab My Camera Or Just Live In The Moment. Usually I Grab The Camera And Later Regret It When The Picture Doesn’t Turn Out. Then I Feel Enormously Let Down And Think To Myself That The Night Would Have Been More Fun If It Didn’t Mean Quite So Much, If I Weren’t Forced To Analyze Where I’ve Been And Where I’m Going.

No Scratch The Word "career". Careers Are People Who Wish To Advance. I Only Want To Survive, Draw A Paycheck. This Is Merely A Job. I Can Take Or Leave This Place. I Start To Imagine Quitting And Following My Yet-to-be-determined Passion.

I Miss Us, Too. I Always Have, And Probably Always Will

I Have One Final Hope, If I Get Double Sixes, Maybe He Will Change His Mind, Come Back To Me. As If To Cast A Magic Spell, I Blow On The Dice Just As Dex Did...just As It Happened With Our First Roll, One Die Lands Before Its Mate. On A Six! I Hold My Breath. For A Brief Second, I See A Mess Of Dots, And Think I Have Boxcars Again. I Kneel, Staring At The Second Die. It Is Onle A Five. I Have Rolled An Eleven, It Is As If Someone Is Mocking Me, Saying, Close, But No Dice.