And Then It Starts To Hurt

Maybe tomorrow will be better. I always hope for that. I know myself, though, and the greatest moments of joy and triumph for me are still marred by the fact that it's hollow. I don't know how to give things meaning for myself, and maybe that's the biggest fail of all. 


It’s been too long…

Now the wall isn't just between our kitchen and living room. The wall that separates us now is between the world of the living and the world of the dead. I thought hours was too long to be apart from you before...imagine my shock at realizing I'm going to likely be here for the next 40-50 years without you, baring some weird unforeseen circumstance. That's a hell of a long time to not be able to look at someone and talk to someone and to randomly pick a direction and just drive that way without a care in the world with someone.