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Jan 23

The day of unrest.

God created the world in 7 days and I can’t even come to a decision. Is being alone really better than being moderately happy with someone?

Freedom vs Love. Both beyond comparison, neither worth living without. Yet one often must choose between the two, sacrificing one or settling for modicum of both.

Alas, I have come no closer to a choice and will undoubtedly wake up tomorrow as if I haven’t gone to sleep at all.

Lights out? S

Jan 18

One more for the road!

It’s only Tuesday and I’m already tipsy. There is now answer to be found at the end of a line, albeit fabulous, Bloody Marys.

As I lick the salty rim of my Y-shaped vessel, I am thinking what’s the harm in having another of this life-giving elixir.

Bad idea.

True emotions surface and it’s not so pretty after all. But I am too drunk to carry on, this story has to be saved for sobriety.

Lights completely out, S

Jan 17

Maybe this time…

So I am back here again pondering the what nots, ifs and maybes.

I am more confused than ever. I know the road I must take and yet I dare not look towards it. Fear grips my legs like solid concrete.

I look back and an overwhelming sense of comfort envelopes me. But this entire scene is excruciatingly familiar. I’ve been down this road one too many times.

Maybe this time, I’ll make the leap. Over the gaping fiery chasm and land on burning coals. But I’ll be strangely thankful for the heat. At least, it’s a while new burning sensation.

8 years of togetherness daunted by only one question: staying?

Lights out, S.