90 days.
I was told. Make 90 days.
If so, better chance of going Home.
Home. Jesus. What a thought.
Home.
I look at the FNG. Tell him, 90 days.
Home. So far away. Why do I think
about home ?
Latest FNG took a free ride Home.
So easy.
Why do I cry at night ?
They look at me, like I know the
answers.
I cry less.
Three new FNG's. Two are OK.
One, I know is going Home.
(19 months have passed)
Make 90 days, they tell me.
Yeah, right. A car back-fires.
I jump.
90 days.
They say it so casual.
But, so did I.
90 days. Jesus.
The second 90 days are worse.
If this makes sense, Kudo's.
Regards,
Lex
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Pain is fear leaving the body....and courage is not the absence of fear...but acting in spite of it. At present...the kudos go to you. <3
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Powerful, poignant, personal. Heart wrenching Lex, very heart wrenching.
[edit on 13-9-2007 by GAOTU789]
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