I grieve

I stare out the acid-rain and dirt-streaked windows and admire Philadelphia's skyline.

It's home--this brashness, this grittiness, this sophistication is home.  The streets below my 23rd story perch are familiar and comfortable.  However, I want to leave home again. Go somewhere new with new people and new opportunities, but that's just not going to work--at least not right now.

This emptiness inside, this sinking feeling of loss, is more than stifling.  It's suffocating, and I feel the life slowly drift from my soul like a slow leak in a deflating balloon.

Past the rage stage, I feel numbness, regret, and shock. During this economic maelstrom I wonder what your opinion is, what your thoughts are. 

I find nothing but silence.