I sit here in sick silence with nothing but the passing cars for company.
I am undecided as to what I feel, as all of the emotions inside of me fight for precedence over the others.
Happy?
Sad?
Glad?
Hurt?
Upset.
Things have changed again.
Something I looked forward to, and in a way relied upon, has suddenly crumbled away.
It is not that things have changed, but how, and why. My Oracle was right.
All I can do right now is grieve for the times that never were, and make the most of things.
It will all come right in the end.
I will not lose touch. I will simply move on.
To better times.
