Unresponsive.

I've turned inwards for support. Let my will deal with me and all my foolish emotion. Let it lay upon me like a blanket of grief. Let my steadfast might hold under it's embrace and emerge, victorious, when time has sorted these feelings out.

Ack! I'm in my apartment alone, it's snowing outside and there are memories all over the place. Memories everywhere. This is not a situation conducive to my emotional health :[

I'm moving on. Like a tortoise. Guarded and slowly.

I feel out of character. Really out of character.

I need to remember a vital truth.

There is humour in everything.

:) :) :).