The last of the beginning and the dawn of a sunrise. A unavoidable point wherein i have to accept what is there and what is gone. What is there to begin with if you don't feel that its there? Braising myself from the forecasted disaster that is going to happen. It wasn't a storm. The shivering cold that embraces the already numb innards. My teeth grate and my heart turned to a pulp as it all sinks in. After the aftershock it would be empty again. Fate recedes the tampering of what is at bay. I cant have everything after all.
I'll win some and lose a lot. Maybe im meant to be this way. Made to falter one way or another. I want to make everything back to what it was. How it was. Make the impossible happen. Make people feel special. The feeling i want to give. So job is doing great and more opportunities are coming.. But my only home would soon banish itself to nowhere land. Well, not all stories have happy endings.. or just mine for this instance.

"The feeling of neglect is at the end of the mistake and at the beginning of sadness"