There is no recovering. There is only rebuilding.

I am bitter. I am also taking in signs. I have always been a person of inconsequential markers. I have always been someone that reconciles with the future by admitting to loneliness. What can I do anyway? Just move on. Move on without remorse for home, family or friends.

People are only there to return to.

Two strikes.
Two bunts.
Fly ball?