This hollow
07/12/2005 08:20 p.m.

It's a delusion to be sure, for I am not empty. It just feels like there is an echo of things bouncing around in there, and nowhere for them to take hold and land anymore. Just the grief and loss process, I'm sure.

Papers are all filled out and waiting to be filed. I don't want to embrace failure one more time, even though in the embrace is a freedom that I know we both need - freedom from the stress, the things that didn't work, the blame and hurtful words, the hope that needs to be put away now.

I can't stop crying. I've been crying all morning, even here at the library, I can't bid the tears to stay back. Part of me has been told that there is a choice somewhere I could make not to feel this pain, but I can't seem to find the exit.


I am currently Depressed
I am listening to Hushed whisper of the patrons