A New Day

I always dread the coming of that day. I try not to think of it when it slowly approaches. When it finally arrives, I lurk behind the shadows of a hurried existence, seemingly oblivious to the perceived significance of that dreaded day.

There is no one for me to share the liveliness of the supposed loveliness of that day. And I strongly detest that absence, that lack in my life. This situation has to change. That change will be manifested in my reality soon.



7 Feb 2009