After a very rough Friday, I thought that I would be able to muster up some anger, or that some residual sadness would persist as fate again refused to cooperate with my hopes; but I can only take what life gives me and either fight the current, wasting energy to see the same scenery; or flow with it, and drift into a whole new world.
I just hope, that as another piece of my heart ossifies, that I will not lose that little, youthful naivete that still believes that dreams can and do come true.