Memorial

And the tall dark man sang to me in deep, rich tones. -- Lullaby, Ben Folds Five

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I learned today that my cat, Sushi, is gone, and has been for about a week. He stays with my parents out in the country. Several new houses are being built here and there along the empty roads; my mother says she likes to think that someone just took him up and took him home -- he was always such a loving cat.

Times have been rough, to say the least. I think a lack of rest has been eating away at my soul; add that to the myriad of problems I've been presented with lately and it seems to be a good mixture for trouble.

The people who come in and out of my life are like shooting stars. Flashstars, I've heard them called once upon a time. They appear for a brief moment in time, and shine brightly as they move across the night sky before fading away and being no more. The things I've heard from the casual strangers I've had run-ins with lately have been ecstatic exclamations of euphoria for the most part, along with a casual "it's good to see you," and even the promising prophecy has reared its ugly head.

It's been trouble enough just trying to keep my own head on my shoulders, and not worry about what the rest of the world is doing. Then again, those of you who know more about me know that is one of my problems. For now, finding rest and balance is on the top of my list... or as high as I feel its safe to put it.