January 11, 2003


Sometimes, I wonder if it is worth all the effort to climb up the mountain all over again to see the same scenery all around you and of course the inevitable fall that follows. Guess it is just one of those days when I feel the ground slipping from under my feet and every ounce of air breathed carries with it a million thorns of alienation that stings and bruises as it makes its way through my system.

Today -- I am done with you, you are a lost cause and with wilting shoulders I am waiting for tomorrow and her promise as fake as it might be, it is hope. Just another fickle excuse to get up everyday and look skywards towards the non-existent sunshine. Good morning dear world.