4/29/09

The 11 o'clock hour...

I once considered myself a fan of the twilight hour. A comfort among the night owls and those that dwell in the dark. Now that frame of time has brought something new to my life. Something darker than a moonless sky. Like a floodgate forced open above my head I am consumed with the boredom and loneliness of this fateful hour. Lost without a cause, I've grown to hate this hour. Why must our wonderful days slip away? Why must the one I love be taken away every single day at the 11 o'clock hour?