Why, oh why, must I feel sick at this important and crucial juncture?
Or is my declining appetite a sign - an omnious one, of another apocalypse?
Ok, shake away all negative thoughts. Optimism is highly valued at this point and it's what keeps the world going - at least for the J2s. Since I'm one of them(most unfortunately) I shall put it on display.
If there's a hole on the road, you fill it with tar and what have you. Then it's back to normal and vehicles cruise on it like they would on every other road.
But what happens when there's a hole in your heart? Not literally, not physically, but metaphorically? It's so intangible, but its presence is felt nonetheless. If only it's as physical as a pothole on the road, at least I still have confidence that I'll be able to fill it up.
Give me your hand, and I'll hold it tight.
