The End

I have always loved that picture. Depicting the end of the line, so to speak. Phenomenal photography, at least in my opinion. Parallels as well, with a variety of things. Word to the wise, if you keep it consistent with me I will be around all the time. If you tend to scatter, flip-flop, have a period more than once a month (or once a month if you're one of my male friends), or have sketchy tendencies... expect to be escorted out of the stadium as your seat on the bench is taken.

The whole problem with the most recent of events later this morning, was nothing added up with what she was saying. There was no phone call I received, no voicemail, and no explanation but 24+ days after. No dots she connected made sense, so they all stenched of lies. At this point, it's only a process in which I've become too accustomed to in the past several years. And I guess it's time to practice my steps on this one as well. If you would like to learn a thing or two (at least vaguely) about how to erase someone from your memory and/or life; feel free to head over to the Lyrical Prowess blog where I will be starting a new 12 Step project. The first step being "Powerless", because you have to admit your helplessness against your addiction... agreed ? Alright ? Good.

And again, sorry it had to turn out this way. But the stories didn't correlate.

HiZZY !: Well wishes! Hope everything pans out for you.
HiZZY !: Adieu.

I suppose it's time for work. I'll be back around midnight.

I guess she lost one, one, one .