Springtime

A month has passed and there's a week to go until spring arrives. But it's still only Friday, no matter what time of year it is.

I'm missing out on something tonight that I can't seem to put my finger on. Whether it's the companionship of someone warm, or maybe just the counsel of a good friend. It feels like the ground opens and closes daily now for me. Each time it swallows a little more of my spirit. Once I figure out how to keep 5 or so steps ahead of the tear I should be just fine.

I breath a sigh of exasperated air from my lungs as I write this. Another opportunity to make money is approaching and I absolutely do not want it. I am in love with a woman whom I can't stay friends with for more than 3 weeks at a time. My money is running out. My car is broke down. The earth is shaking and washing away it's pain. And I can't even write the name of the one and only person who holds the key to all my mazes. She is so far way and I miss her, and I love her dearly.

But it's springtime and flowers are blooming in my yard. I am almost thrilled at the prospects.

-JF