Answer

Cast me gently into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
The memory of choosing not to fight.

Life for Rent

09. If you'd bother, that is.

Kindda hovering over 05 too but I don't have the courage. So far. Maybe it's all building up, like a dam.

Trying to get out

of a hole you've dug for yourself's near impossible.

Same situation, different name.
I shouldn't complain about getting shit when I said come what may in the beginning, eh.

Anyway, I'm not feeling sorry for myself right now.

It's been so long,

I'm almost reluctant to break the silence here.
Feels strange. Oh well.

Today was a beautiful day. Clear blue skies; fat, juicy clouds. Bright, warm and windy. Liz's leaving for Bangladesh today, has to be in the airport by 8.20 pm. The Salwar Kameez she borrowed from Joann and Yi-Ki's really pretty. Hope she is able to buy some there.

I wonder what it would be like if I was also going.