12/13/06

Come crashing down in this plane of life. It hits the ground with a dull thud. Shaking heads to clear the stars spinning out of control before the eyes. Always that moment where one sits in the daze as to collect themselves before standing and striding to the next airplane to crash into the ground. Why, as humans, do we not wear parachutes?

The sadness comes and goes with the hour of the day. Old schedules must be toss out the window and new ones slated to take the mind off the missing appointments. In time the new schedule will feel right. Now it just seems odd when the mind wonders around inside the voided space.

So another day down and another to come. Each day will dress the wound a bit and build up the scar.