Right here, right now

Life doesn't suck. Days suck, weeks suck, and sometimes months suck, but life in general is OK. I had $7K set aside for a McDonald's reunion in BC/S, Texas. Also, to see my friends in Giddings and Wharton. And get together with a few friends from Round Rock/Austin to go to the Sherwood Forest Renaissance Festival in McDade.

The universe saw things differently. $8K later, and I still don't know if I'm going to get 100% of my hearing back.

And I had to put off my new job for a while. That's all right. Shit happens but my shovel is bigger than the pile.

This is why I don't make plans very often. I would rather surprise my friends than let them down. I guess we will try again, next year.

Loss of a Child

Be it by divorce, kidnapping, human trafficking, or death. The emptiness is a void that eats at your soul every ticking second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year for the rest of your life. You see the child everywhere, but nowhere. You hear the child crying for help in your dreams, only to wake up to the torment of emptiness. Your mind devours your heart and soul until you become an empty shell. You spend the rest of your life running away. Chasing down one bad decision after another. Hoping the next one will be the last. Tired. Seeking respite from the haunting voices in the wind. Will it ever end? Will death bring peace or amplify the abysmal darkness?

The Myth from Her Lips (revised)

You should have let me go. No early morning phone call. No coffee the morning after. 

You should have let me go. I closed the past. You opened the future. You shuffled the cards of fate and denied destiny. You read the future you desired. 

You should have let me go. No choreographed conversation from behind a mask. No promise of Halcyon days. The truths of summers' past smolder in the ash of lies. The phoenix shall rise only to fall.

You should have let me go. Our love was magic and should have remained a memory. 

Years ago I gave you a conscience. Today you expect me to clear that conscience, and absolve you of your guilt.

I do not blame you for yesterday, but I do hold you accountable for today.

Today is tomorrow's yesterday. All will be forgiven in time. But, is time not an illusion, just like your guilt. I let it go, you need to let it go. All dissipates but my love will always remain.

I should now let your memory go. Goodbye...