Black Tipped Roses

Yesterday Sean bought all the ladies red roses and today sitting opposite Noma and her roses on her desk sure put strain as Sophia was on top of my mind all day. I am still working through all my options on the way forward. As Queen once sang, is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality. That is how I feel. Everything seems to snowballing. Maxy's tangle with barbed wire, my computer motherboard blown and now Sophia's kaput.

Blacked tipped roses for Sophia, she would have liked that, roses that are past their prime. If I am not back again this time tomorrow. Carry on... carry on because nothing left matters.