Saturday, June 09, 2007
The oddities of the year seem to continue unabated. People from the past drift in and out of my life almost at random. In their wake, all the muck of time gone by lurches up into the light of day. Razors for the soul. And still, for all the promises to stay in touch, all the good intent, I still drift along, wondering what the hell just happened. How long before this parade of my ill handled past comes to a halt? When all those people go back to what has now become their lives and I continue to rake through the ashes looking for any sign of heat, what then? More missed opportunities? Fuel for my discontent? In an almost endless supply, it would seem.