been a long time since i posted. not for lack of things happening, but i find myself reluctant to cast my thoughts on the ether. then i remember that i want to write and be read, so i guess i better get over it, eh? well, a few thoughts then:
-come home from this little away period in about two days. can't wait. there is something wonderful in the act of coming home, though it loses its romance once i get there. once i get home, i can't wait to leave. fucking tragic.
-miss the rose. this madness about only talking through email while i have been away is ridiculous. i have to find an answer to this, but that's a fallacy. the only thing there is is patience, memory and love, like a fire in the room.
-i don't know when i became a fitness freak, and i don't think i've totally converted, but i thank the powers that be for making it happen. the rose deserves it, i think.
-the story i was writing is done, but i am not happy with it, and i don't think i ever will be. not sure if it captures the feeling and the idea that i was trying to convey. but hey, what the hell, i will talk to someone about publishing it anyway. i don't suppose it would do it any harm to have someone else read it.
ok, enough for now. more when i get home, i suppose.
-come home from this little away period in about two days. can't wait. there is something wonderful in the act of coming home, though it loses its romance once i get there. once i get home, i can't wait to leave. fucking tragic.
-miss the rose. this madness about only talking through email while i have been away is ridiculous. i have to find an answer to this, but that's a fallacy. the only thing there is is patience, memory and love, like a fire in the room.
-i don't know when i became a fitness freak, and i don't think i've totally converted, but i thank the powers that be for making it happen. the rose deserves it, i think.
-the story i was writing is done, but i am not happy with it, and i don't think i ever will be. not sure if it captures the feeling and the idea that i was trying to convey. but hey, what the hell, i will talk to someone about publishing it anyway. i don't suppose it would do it any harm to have someone else read it.
ok, enough for now. more when i get home, i suppose.
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my chest says "pull the pins save your grace mark these words on her grave" its from televators by the mars volta.
the mars volta is amazing... deloused in the comatorium is one of the greatest cd's i have ever heard.