Wandering aimlessly, the times seems to be fast approaching where giving up is the only option, all that is left in what a land of promise and serenity. Slowly, hope drains away, like watching rain water flow away. To where it's all going, who knows? All you know, is that it's flowing away, draining away. You can just sit there and listen to the rain. It's all that is left. With the rain goes all the hopes and dreams once so prevalent and invincible. Once upon a time, it was a mere formality. Now, it's hardly a memory. We should be so lucky, the memory is the only fossil that remains. What is left is a sad reminder of what happens when you sit back and play a starring role in your own demise.

"I could argue all of these things, but I won't, because then I start thinking again about that old man sitting alone in a restaurant. And I realize that one day soon the old man will be me."

With all the wonderful stuff that happened, it just made sense. You just knew. First, it was our time and everyone is still on cloud nine. I could only sit back and smile, because I just knew all along and here we were with a straight flush, just laying the cards on the table.

But, what has come since is what I feared for month. Life is beginning to pull back towards even. And this is bad. I may not recover from it. I'm left with anger and bitterness towards many. But, it won't matter, because I always knew this would happen and that it will be over soon. And you won't care, because you never did. But, that's not the point of this. Point is, I lost and wasted nothing but time. Time we never get back.

We had a helluva run didn't we?