Tuesdays...

...manage to make even the simplest of tasks look difficult.

The evening hours bring out the silence in me sometimes; the feral strange creature that runs and darts and doesn't want to come home. I always do, eventually, but sometimes it takes a while to get around to it.

Because there is a sadness behind your eyes.

A wise man once said:

It is easier to hate those you have loved--the strength of the emotion lends itself well to changes. It is much harder to love those you have hated.

A wiser man added to that:

It hurts more to not care when once you have cared than to never have cared at all.