Anybody with a Gregorian calendar can tell me that, but what they can't tell me is this: Are we in the dark or are we in a place illuminated with the brilliance of more glorious years gone by? Don't know what I just said? Yeah, neither did I.
As 2007 comes to an end I find myself severely drained, both emotionally and physically. I've felt at my most pathetic these past few weeks. It was only this Monday that I had fainted after attempting to sprint a few 100m circuits. A few I tell you! A few! And I fainted like your most spoilt Catholic girl thrown against Anton LaVey. Argh that last comparison was dark and morbid and potentially politically-incorrect. See how bad these weeks have been?
So at a time when the present just tires me out and the future holds nothing to look forward to, I find myself reminiscing a lot, getting lost in wistful thoughts of past joys.
I'm too tired to elaborate in words so I guess I'll let my photobucket do most of the talking.
My mind is blank. I look through pictures that remind me of happy days. The days around them aren't necessarily happy ones too, but I remember that there and then in these photos, I felt happy.
I want that feeling again. Of being completely happy.
Dusk comes. I prepare to embrace the winds.
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