Diary Excerpt #57

A weekend away in a world away
makes adjusting my kaleidoscope difficult.
I had hoped it would fix everything,
but then I wonder, what is there to fix, really?
What did I break that I'm trying so hard to mend?
Oh right... my hope.

Came home to an empty mailbox,
an empty inbox,
an empty house,
but found a certain puppy called Huckleberry,
ready to jump to the moon because he was so happy to see me.
Maybe, that is enough.

I always end with questions.
You darlings are always so good to give me answers.
Wish you were all here in real life.
What a party we would have!

"Never mind, I'll find someone like you."
I hope.

(Maybe it wasn't broken after all.)

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