lights in a tunnel...

on the sidewalk,
ooo sunny morning
lies a body
just oozin life

<---originally posted mar. 27, 2008--->

Once upon a time, there was a light at the end of my tunnel. For almost four years, it got dimmer and dimmer. I don't know exactly when it went out, but I woke up one day and it was gone.

I was scared.

I had to find my light! I cried and cried, and thought and thought about where my light went. Why would it just go out like that? I thought maybe the dimming would reverse one day, and my light would get bright again. I thought, "it's not that bad, you can make it until (insert catalytic event here) happens!"

NO.

I have spent four years of my life in a job that I once was overjoyed to have. It was a job, and once I thought it might be a career to keep for a while. The more time I spend there, the more my soul breaks into pieces.

I am surrounded by wonderful, miserable people, and I can't take it any longer.

So, I won't take it any longer.

I have a plan.

Wish me luck :-)