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December 14, 2010
Once again I find myself alone in a silent apartment.

This time, there is light streaming through the windows. This time, the dishes are clean, the laundry is washed, and the floor is vacuumed. This time, there is hope and wonderment.

This time, I have a choice. A choice to let sadness soak into the walls and allow anger to seethe underfoot, or to shrug off the misery and push my boundaries into an entirely new, entirely terrifying, entirely wonderful life.

I have so many opportunities here, and this time, I refuse to waste them.