The coming month, if it is anywhere near as unpredictable and changing as the previous one has been, could make the all the difference in the world.
I have hope in my stupid icicle heart. I've tried all the ways I know to kill it, yet it persists. Even in the face of all my insecurities and nightmares, all my doubts and inching fears, there it is. Telling me not to give up. Telling me a common dream is enough. Telling me just to wait a *little* bit longer.
In news from another planet, jon called :/ He must be able to sense the disturbance in the force. Now he finally sees, and in typical fashion it's far too late.
