Me, You and My Medication
With much hubbub done and over with about the holidays, I finally find myself buying a ticket to visit home for a few days. Funny how I couldn't manage to do so BEFORE the Christmas season. I wonder what that says about me. Though I'm looking forward to seeing friends again, I wonder how good a friend they will be, and in what context. Whatever. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to seeing people I love, but I I ask myself, how will I love them?
So much going on in my mind,
I find myself stymied blind
Led down darkness and alley ways
Underground, with nary a sound of...
Make Cape. Wear Cape. Fly
I suppose a Happy Holidays is in order for everyone out there who I didn't get to, or to be less politically correct, Merry Christmas. And yes it's still Christmas despite the late hour, because I have yet to go to sleep.
This year marked the first year that I "celebrated" Christmas without being around my family. To understate everything, it was very difficult for me. I have never NOT been around either set of my parents for the Holidays in some sense for 22 years. My 23rd passing of Christmas though, meant everything was different and thusly difficult.
It was sad, and I was saddened....
One must avoid distractions, not build shrines to them
It's true. Only last night and this morning have I come to the realization that I've been distracted from the SINGLE reason that I moved out to Illinois in the first place. I want to act. I NEED to. Otherwise I might as well just define myself by one word. To be labeled a Server for the rest of my life is something I cannot fathom.
I got caught up. Caught up in ways to pass the time in my apartment until something happened. No more, active steps are direct and more beneficial.
For some reason, it took some good conversation last night to start me out of my rut. Well, that and...
My written words need to be spoken.
The great poems have already been written
So I suppose you'll have to settle for this.
This (lack of) poetry is pretty disgusting
But right now, it's all I'm coming up with.
Does it bother you
That I speak from my heart and mind
Instead of having my inefficient words
Follow specific meter and rhyme?
I'll tell you a secret...
I really don't care.
These words aren't anything but air
And they bear no more substance than our breaths
Frozen in the cold, trailing upwards in the wind
Like so many frozen souls escaping.
The wisp of my breath has given simple secrets form
Now, tell me a...