Monday, June 30, 2014

Dice.

Words carry such profound meaning. They can paint a beautiful, elaborate pictures and with a blink of an eye destroy them.

Today will be a long day of recoiling filled with wishful reconciliation. It's difficult living your life holding the dice and even more so for the hand that rolls them.

There's a pounding in my chest and a heavy weight on my shoulders. I'm not looking forward to the return of the dice. A return that may lead to a lifetime of sitting, waiting and wishing.