Things ain`t changed as much as I once thought.

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It didn`t work out the way i thought it would.
It hasn`t worked out at all, to tell the truth.
It isn`t over.
But it also isn`t ongoing.
It has reached limbo, and i believe it will stay there for a while.
in the meantime...
i`m single
and not looking for a man
but looking for the hope i had the last time when we began
six months ago
and looking to believe in the kind of love
that moves mountains
crosses rivers
overcomes obstacles
comforts you
holds you
keeps you warm and safe, when the rest of the world is cold and ugly
a love that is simply beautiful

right now, i`m bitter and jaded
but honest
and unsure if i`ll find that hope
or that kind of love
but i`m willing to keep trying

9/11

I wasn't going to go there again. I wasn't going to ignore what happened, but I also intended to not entertain the media's re-visiting the whole event. I was torn between wanting to memorialize 9/11, and not wanting to engage in this fake glamourization of the event, yanno?

and then I heard another story...
a heart wrenching story, of survival, and of those that died.
and it reminded me that...

There are thousands of stories...2,843 stories to be somewhat exact. There are tens, hundreds of thousands of people directly affected...families of the survivors, of the deceased, volunteers, co-workers....

I don't know if this blog will make much sense, but I have to get this off my chest.

Life is precious, and fragile...and too short for drama, and hatred, and negativity. We should love & cherish each other whenever we have a chance, because those chances are few & far between, and when they're gone we can never get them back.

I can't stop crying now, so I'll stop typing.