May 04, 2005   Life these days. It just sucks. Well, not life so much, but time. It's vast and slow, contradictory and ironic, with a warped sense of humour. There is never enough when you need it, and far too much when you don't. It just feels empty right now, empty and pointless.

It's a volitile night, even the sky is feeling it, with half of the horizon clear and pink with sunset and the other half dark and ominous. It's beautiful when the sky schisms and splays, but not so much when my heart does, and tonight my heart is kicking and screaming, against anything and everything, especially the beast of time and the emptiness it now holds.

It doesn't matter, though, doesn't mean anything. A passing bad mood, fugitive emotions, temporary skewed perspective. A momentary funhouse mirror of the psyche. A dark but fleeting night of the soul. And, as the old saying goes, this, too, shall pass. Tomorrow will be better.

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