it wasn’t a good weekend.
with saturday came little productivity or focus. the mind was everywhere but yet nowhere. the mood was melancholy at best.
once i figured out the root cause, i was better for the knowing but then only left with the knowledge.
sunday was better, i suppose, but really only masked over. the emotions still lurked, being barely held at bay by other principles. this was the day that yesterday had placed before me but i still found no peace.
i wanted to call, but how would that help anyone? i certainly didn’t want or need to hear of wrongs, consequences, should ofs…
i wanted to hear the truth of the matter at hand. i don’t think it would include things such as those written above. we’re beyond that.
but what is here? what is the truth for this time?
perhaps this is a day of mourning now? a twisted anniversary? something you never put behind you?
it’s tuesday now. the uncelebrating should be over…
does the eleventh hate me or do i hate the eleventh? can we ever be friends again or is life forever meant to be lived only in 364ths?
