and so the cycle loops again
how many more before the end
and will I still have a friend left then?

The beauty of the sunset is lost on the one
struggling to break the surface
let alone stay afloat

Today I added the 100th quote to my quotes page. If you haven’t already, you might like to check it out. Voila.

there is nothing left to me -
I am against the wall, finished;
quivering with hope yet so unable
to believe in the improbability
of an uncertain future

what of the dream? and what
have I become while losing faith in it
and everything it ever meant to me?

still I long for it
again

You get into your car, and the radio is on. You’re driving somewhere fairly automatically – to the local shops, say – and you don’t even notice the music playing. It’s a nice day for a drive, after all.

Sometime along the way, though, you realise that the song you’re listening to is fairly mediocre, and not quite to your tastes. You also realise that there are at least five other stations which play music, and, not being in the mood for stuffy AM talkback, you hit a button to change presets.

Happily, it’s a song you love, a real favourite! But alas, only the last couple of bars play. All too soon it’s over, and, saddened that the moment has passed, you realise that you never knew what you were missing, until you decided to change stations.

If only you had changed stations sooner…