This week is finally coming to a close. 'Tis a relief, that this week is ending, for it has been one filled with mixed emotions. Tears have been shed, yet joys have been shared. Sorrows have bore all for all to see. Yet despite the triumphs, the failures, and the connections that have grown, something is still amiss. I feel this storm is not yet past. The rising waters have washed away what was the thin skin protecting me from what would do me harm. I can feel that the cold is already washing over me. I have experienced this storm before. I know where it led. This cold is powerful...'tis magnificent. But I fear its power. I experienced this power...3 years ago. Should this storm snare me, I fear its power should shear me sharply. Such a Depression would only spell disaster. I could only fear that any call for aid would be in vain. I would do anything to stay afloat, but as this storm once nearly drowned me, I could only but grasp for dear life. The storm nears, and so I brace for its brutal strike.
These are my thoughts at this time.
I share nothing but sorrow for this ill news I bring. If only but once I could spare good fortune. 'Tis not in the fates, so it seems.
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