Everything

I woke up this morning nearly overwhelmed with feelings of regret and guilt. I feel that I let Serenity down, that I didn't do everything in my power to protect her. I will always regret these things, things that I know now for what they were. Hindsight certainly stinks.

I miss Serenity more than words can possibly express. The hole in my heart is as large as it ever was, perhaps even larger. There is a well of despair deep in my soul, that acts more like a geyser. It's not predictable like 'Ol Faithful. Most days, it doesn't gush out, just roils around, disruptive and malcontent, foul and awful.

Macadamia is making me tired and air-headed. Triple S takes these all as good signs.