Monday, March 24, 2008


lost chair

This photo in an online-friend's photostream reminded me of someone from my past. I thought about e-mailing, saying hi, asking if it had been long enough that we can be friends again. But then the memories started flooding in, and the tears started pouring out. I guess it hasn't been long enough yet. I'd probably end up saying something stupid again, beginning the long silence anew.

I had planned on being productive tonight, but I think I'll curl up in a blanket and read instead. I need to escape my memories.

Don't worry, I'm okay. It's just that the mourning I thought was over, isn't. It will be, though, given enough time. One day the grief will have run it's course.