There she goes...

It's a Monday morning, a really significant Monday morning, and I'm feeling entirely queasy. I don't think anything's wrong with me, as in physically. It's just that life isn't going to be quite the same from now. It's like life took me on a ride, one moment so exhilarating then another down right depressing. And I know so damn sure this ride isn't ending here. I just hope for more exhilaration in the journey. I really wonder how though, how things are going to evolve. I take comfort in that recent thoughts have been most optimistic and interesting, and things might actually fit some day. I mean looking back, at how it all started and all that followed, unless they were foolish self-fulfilling prophecies, there is some hope. Sometimes, I wish someone would just tell me.

Ahh well.

Whatever will be though.... Whatever will be.

I think this should mark the end of the less than colourful journey... and no, it won't be the really colourful journey that i'm about to embark on. Perhaps, no, in fact, it is the beginning of my retreat to the recluse's hideout...