A new day

I woke in the early hours of this morning (stupidly early at 3am), which meant that I made it out to watch the sun rise. I then remembered Reverend Barking-mad Harold Camping's Rapture ramblings of the end of the world. Given that during my drive to this spot I saw no other people, I did wonder for a nanosecond if I was the only evil bastard left to suffer on this world but, obviously, dismissed that as drivelling nonsense - although if someone on Blip could quickly confirm your existence out there still, that would be great ;)

Flippancy aside, an important part of my world did end yesterday and since then it has felt like there's a hundred knives in my chest. And it hurts.

I have to embrace this new day, not look backwards anymore and let go of what I thought and hoped was - but wasn't and could no longer possibly be.