This pic and this quote from a song that I feel goes with it for some reason.





Flying over darkened skies the battle will call
Distant angels crying from the eye of the storm
And the world falls under the starlight
Shining from heavens below

Long years of pain and sorrow searching for more
Cry for...

Thank you for always following me. Please forgive me of my odyssey.

Lately I have been longing. I don't know what for. At night my heart burns for the hopeful light of the new day. During the day my soul is a rhythm, violent and lustful, reaching out for the blackness of the imminent night.

The back of my throat is dry. Nothing quenches my thirst. Liters upon liters of water I drink daily, to the point of bloating, and yet my throat remains...

That question has been ringing in my head lately.

It started sometime last week.

I was working my floor as best I could during the midshift rush. Being the newest manager at our store, I was being forced to run the worst shift of the day on a consistent basis to get used to the way things run. Baptism by fire, that's the Mcdonald's way it seems.

But I digress.

I sent my front counter person on break, and began sweeping up the debris left...