November 01, 2005

Months

July unraveled the actual depth of the scalding, August could not have been unkinder with its tryst with the barrel's bottom, September was sedate with signs of sanity, which October shred to bits in no time. I should be staring happily at perfection, I should be gloating in the promise of the fulfillment of a vision. I should be feeling better, I should be feeling happier, but, sadly, I am not.