there are times. . .
07/04/2003 03:05 a.m.
My first impression on this community, and I hope it's one of influence - but this apathetic oblivion is making it difficult to breathe. I feel as though I'm locked up tight in a cell with many windows (but the windows only mirror all the pain I've had to see).

I worked this morning/afternoon, and nothing was really a delight. . .I was trapped in my mind, and nostalgia whipped me - depression rode in on her cavalry mount, and decimated the troops I have for reinforcement.

Memory, after memory, and all the emotions were ling'ring behind. . . Her face was imprinted on the back of my eyelids, the face of my mind, and inside of my anger.

I just about broke down - she just about broke in; but then love came and swept me away.

And I came home to change out of my uniform.
I am currently Apathetic
I am listening to Matchbox Twenty - Bright Lights