Going Forward

Making yourself ill over off milk, tedium and general ennui , does not a fine week make. If I could pour my discomfort on top of every person that has contributed to my spite-fueled pain, I would go on to top it up with gasoline and a match.

But along comes a Friday ray of sunshine, with the smile of a warm-hearted child and a fine day to remember.

My passions will hurt me, and cure me yet again, life without it is meaningless, but maybe I need to relax a little.