Tears from the moon

…fall down like rain. I reach for you. I reach in vain. Stop. Stop haunting me. It should be easy. As easy as when you stopped wanting me.

So this is it, is it?

What can a person say about 13 years? Nearly half of my life.  I grew up here. I suppose at this time in my life it’s fitting. New beginnings and all that jazz. Yet it’s humorous, in a not so funny way, how the announcement has called everyone out of the wood works to rejoice, regale, and mourn around the pyre of something so meaningful to so many. How just glancing over the latest posts a common thread emerged: I know I haven’t been around much…  Hell if it hadn’t been for one of my favorites, I would have logged in expecting my life to open before me, waiting for me to fill in the next page of the meaningful somethings of a faceless stranger, only to be greeted by an endless void of blank, tattered pages. Thank you, Jenn.

::sigh:: but how sick it makes my heart to lose something that meant so much for so long. How sad I am to have neglected it. I am so thankful for all it has taught me, for all the strangers who were no longer strangers, for having a place to feel, cry, rant, rave, tease, and for being reminded of all the things I would otherwise forget.

So I will leave this here, open and awake and alive, until the deafening sound of the flat line marks its end.