Moving, moving, gone...
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, Find we a time for frighted peace to pantKing Henry IV
Trouble has this habit of hunting you down when you least expect it. This past week has been nothing short of an apocalypse in the making, with numerous unforeseen hiccups adding to the unfortunate series of events. The roulette has once more spun an unkind hand for us. A test of strength? We can only hold our breaths and wait in vexed anticipation.
After endless weeks of deliberations, the decision has finally been made. We will be shifting. The need to adapt to new neighbours, new surroundings may be daunting but it should be a kind draw judging by the situation. I should be alright, fingers crossed. Cold laughter.
Once more, a slight yearn for the warm shores of a faraway home arises. Although the burdens of recent times have weighed me down considerably, home still features heavily on my fragile mind. Perhaps this nostalgic reminiscence has been sparked off by a recent visit to the site of a close friend's 21st birthday. Looking at those pictures heavily peppered with smiles, grins, gleaming faces aroused a certain angst. It hurts to know you were absent in the most important period of your friend's life. It really does. A blighted existence sustained only by an ephemeral hope of the distant future?
posted by -tourniquet- @ 9/07/2006 09:39:00 pm
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