Psychic Breezes

As I watch the first threads of pink tinge the velvet bed of night, I feel the fires that were raging in me dying down to embers. No one deserves to bear the full brunt of my fiery rage, least of all the people who have set aside a special place for me within their hearts. So it is with regret that I apologise for those that I have hurt on this blog, intentional or otherwise. *sighs* It has been a very difficult weekend. Friday went down the pooper, and I abandoned all my responsibilities for Saturday. My eyes are still red, but the dark anger within me has subsided. The tornado of emotions has slowed down to a gentle breeze. I wanted to go home yesterday...was already dressed and standing in front of the door. Then I changed my mind, stripped and lay down in my corner. It is no one's fault that I sit on this cool morning alone, with only the mists of dawn to be my companions. J's betrayal has finally been revealed to me in full. His very absence is a testament to his deceitful promises. *shakes head* It is sad, but I made my own choices. And I pay the price for my own mistakes. I have enough presence of mind to know that, at the very least. I feel calm today, knowing that no matter what happens, it is I who hold the reins to my life. No matter which direction I go, or where I end up, it will be based only on my decisions. I influence my own destiny. Perhaps I can borrow the light of the stars and illuminate the darkness. *muses*
Right now I foresee another firestorm brewing. I'll just sit back and enjoy the quiet tranquility for a few more moments before I rush headlong into the fray and decimate the demons of illusion.