One Year

It's been a year.  This weekend is a year.  I still don't know what to think, what to say...

I still, more often than not, feel like I am in a haze, in Limbo.

I went to dinner with a friend.  We'd walked around and talked about nothing for a while.  I realized in comparison I am in limbo.

Maybe some of us never get out.  Maybe it's just this weekend and I'm a little depressed.  I keep pushing myself away from it, even though I am floating in it... like on a raft drifting, I keep toeing away from the edge and staring at the sky.