05/07/2012

 11:06 I can’t allow myself to go there today. I can’t. I need a distraction – but all I seem to do is think about you. Think about how together we once were… how your mother and father thought it odd that we would nearly always eat from the same bowl – and us smiling, looking at each other with amusement that no one understood us the way we understood each other, hand in glove.  What led me to that memory today…and why is it, this giant flashing image in my mind – how can something so small and random turn into this larger than life detail today. Memory can be a wicked thing that sweeps out of your reach, only to drift back. And thinking about it, we weren’t small…or random in the sea of my memory. And you were my other half. And I know…I know these memories will surface, causing the light in my eye to shine on them and reflect.  Well here I am. What am I to do with it?

12:50pm I just returned from a staff lunch. My fortune cookie reads: The situation is changeable, yet you cannot push the river. Fitting, isn’t it?