Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Sunday Night.

It feels like a Sunday night.

The merriment of the weekend has transpired, leaving us hollow with doubt and anxiety of the days to come, the harrows of the hours, the promise of a brighter future or the fear of a foreshadow upon our unprepared lives.

What will Monday hold for

Another life shattering opportunity just waiting to be grabbed by the horns? Perhaps. The disaster of uncertainty ? Perhaps.

They say that third time's the charm. Well, this will be the third time I'm gonna have to say goodbye to everyone. And God knows, even the third time doesn't make it any easier. The sunken feeling is familiar but the sting still jolts your most latent of senses.

The pain still throbs
The tears still fall
The heart still cracks.

Goodbyes still hurt.

... Sigh

Farewell Sunday. Monday morning awaits.