Second post is never as easy.. there are no clear conventions to abide by.

Thus, I will start 'in media res' (yes, Mrs. Wilson, if nothing else, I took this away).

So, if anything, in hard times I always try and remind myself that human emotion can be so fickle as to change by the moment.

Case and point—I begrudgingly approached the day this morning, I entered the afternoon with slight sickness at the the thought of lost and replaced love, I left the work day numb, my bus ride home was uplifted by a simple exchange, my dinner company left my refueled, drunk with false confidence and bedtime leaves me questioning how I really feel (perhaps in avoidance of feeling anything?).

The point of this arduous list is that basically, even if not forever, even if not for more than an hour or a half.. it will be okay at some point. At some point you (I) will smile again, you (I) will feel hope again and you (I) will feel loved again.

These are things that I have to tell myself.. otherwise I'm not sure anything really makes sense.

Fingers crossed that my feigned optimism proves true.

Until tomorrow... a day fueled by possibly progressively more fragmented flickers of emotions.