The kiss...

There I was.

There she was.

And between us... sorrow, deep as the pit of hell.

The earth shook. Fires crept out through the night. Tornadoes gasped their way across the world. The sun was gone. Ice cracked through the clouds, plowing its way down.

I blinked and she was gone. I fell to the ground in agony. I ran to the others. I asked what I should do. The answer was nothing. Do nothing. And there was nothing I could do.

But there, up above the world, there was a single inch of blue sky. There was one corner of hope not cut off by the despair. To it I fixed my gaze. To it I held. But it got smaller. Harder and harder to hold on to.

This is a slight modification of a nightmare I had a while back. The trouble is... that nightmare has become real. I don't know what's going to happen. I'm lost. I'm trying to hold on to hope, but it's so hard. I'm lost.

So, where's the kiss? The only kiss was the kiss of death. No physical kiss. Sorry. My best friend asked me to say goodbye, at least for a time. And she meant it. She's gone. And my dreams are filled with sorrow. Not very sexy. Oops.

Sickness

Sickness is incredibly humbling. Seriously. The craptastic feelings began on Thursday, shortly after my weight lifting for Fit For Life. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion after exercising. Then, I thought it was just allergies.

On both occasions, I thought wrong.

Turns out, I was getting sick. With a fever. Headache. Congestion. Ugh.

I still am sick, although I've discovered that Sudafed works quite well for me and am feeling better now than I have in the last 48 hours or so.

You'd think that the discomfort and ughness of it all would make me very unhappy. It certainly has not been fun. However, I consider it a blessing. See, being physically ill has been a bit of a gut punch for me. One that I needed.

Lately, I've been thinking myself into semi-depression. I've been allowing myself to forget about all the wonderful things in my life and focus on the smallest details of the bad. Well, sickness has returned me to my senses. Sickness has made it so that I remember the good things that I usually take for granted. Sickness has granted me a much healthier mind than I had beforehand.

I believe that sickness was just what I needed.

Yeah, I know what you, my faithful readers, are saying... "Still no kisses? Come on! Get to it, man!" Well, hold your horses! I'm getting there. The story's still going. Besides, you don't want me going around kissing people while sick. That would just be wrong. Seriously.

Don't expect this to be regular...

Blogging more than once in a single day. Don't expect it to happen often. I'm just on break and don't have a whole to do right this minute.

So I sat in my bed and I blogged. And then, they came back. The family. They returned and the time came for me to get out of bed and put on clothes. Crazy Crab. Stuffed flounder. That was my lunch. I felt odd eating Ariel's bff-- not to mention that it was stuffed with, you guessed it, crab-- both Flounder and Sebastian? Oh my... I'm going to hell, aren't I? But hey! It tasted pretty good.

Barnes and Noble is my homestead. I can spend hours upon hours there and be content-- even though I rarely actually read most of the books I look at. We went there to digest the food before...

The bike ride. We rode our bikes for a good 2 hours. It was fun. Level ground, easy ride with shade most of the time.

Raspberry Sorbetto: that was my choice of wonderful cold sweetness to cool down after the ride. It was good-- although, I believe that I prefer straight up ice cream over sorbetto-- gelato beats them all though.

Okay. This is dull, isn't it? Hrm. I must figure out how to write interesting blogs.... will figure it out.

(The kiss is coming, don't worry! Fiesty sex scene up ahead, for reals.     >_>)

Oh dear... I'm blogging again.

It's been a very long time since I've done this. I used to have a blog on Myspace-- I guess I still do. However, it was always a big hassle. I'm hoping that this works better.

It began with a kiss. Only that's not true. That's how it ended, but I'm ahead of myself. The journey began with clambering into the van. We hit the road. I watched as the familiarity raced away. Goodbye Milligan. Goodbye Johnson City. Ah, hello Asheville! Er, goodbye Asheville. My parents and my sister discussed politics-- ugh. I do not enjoy politics. I wish the world could function without them, although I know better than that.

Dinner in Spartanburg. Ate in a mall foodcourt. Steak sandwich. Really, it was kind of gross. Don't worry, the food gets better. Stop for smoothies. Mango Magic. It was like drinking a mango with a bit of pineapple. Yum. I love mangos. I love pineapple.

Reading was enjoyable, while it lasted. Made it through 2 chapters of The Graveyard Book (Neil Gaiman's newest) before it was too dark to continue. Music. I listened to my iPod as it sent its electronic signals to my brain which somehow are interpreted as musical instruments.

And I thought about life. My mind rattled over past events. I considered my friends, those who, like me, are on Fall Break. Those who, unlike me, aren't on Fall Break.

The arrival came around 10:45. Aliens, yes. They came and abducted us and destroyed the city. No, I mean we arrived at the condo we're renting at Hilton Head. The beach is over yonder. I haven't actually gone to check it out yet. Apparently, the rest of my family didn't feel like they needed to wake me up this morning when they went to investigate. I shall have to go and look around later.

So, what happened to the kiss I mentioned? Oh, don't worry. It's coming. It'll be at the end of the journey. And the journey's barely just begun.