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2004-12-31 - 11:47 a.m.
Another year. Another heartbreak. Another year. Another hundred thousand dead. Another year. Another sad ending or two. Another year. And I'm left wondering what's the point. The point of trying, of hoping, or bleeding, of crying, of loving, of searching, of holding things close in your arms or heart, of dreaming, of planning, of closing your eyes and opening your soul. Because sometimes it all seems to mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. And all we're left with is pain and tears and rain and cold wet Fridays. It's not about winning or losing. Of getting somewhere or arriving nowhere. It's about something else. And paint me purple and call me Mary but I have no idea what that is. Guess all we can do is keep our fingers crossed that hope floats and everyone stays safe as we cross another calendar year into 2005. Heck, it can be as bad as this year. Love, |