Gift Return.
It becomes a very precarious act, trying in earnest to accomplish forward momentum after spending a half year of awkwardly stalled out and smarting. As time and debt magnify, it becomes a more improbable thing to cling to hope that may not materialize. The world with all its half meant platitudes and dwindling prospects streches out before you, revrent yet insincere. And the only rational command you can give yourself is to keep moving forward instead of idling in the dark. Cautious Optimism seems a tree that has yet to bare fruit, and yet, despite all that you find yourself wishing against your better judgment for positive change. So you move out into the world, still vulnerable, still smarting, but otherwise changed. Stability, a gift bestowed to more fortunate boys, seems to you an elusive, peculiar stranger...but you can't help but want it in your proverbial stocking more than the coal you'd gotten instead.
Here's to that dim hope 2009 is scores better than 2008 has been, I daresay I can't take many more like this one. Happy New Year, cats and kittens.
Here's to that dim hope 2009 is scores better than 2008 has been, I daresay I can't take many more like this one. Happy New Year, cats and kittens.