Current Mood : Derranged/Anxious 
I'm aching for something, but I don't know what, or possibly whom.
I'm restless.
There are beehives in my knee's and I want to run, but where to, I do not know.
There's a friend I want to reach, but he is to far beyond my grasp.
So I can only wait and hope he is okay.
The wind that has blown for days now, sighs through me.
As though it seeks to claim me for it's own.
It tugs at me and in me, like a memory I can't quite recall.
Something is mislaid, nagging at me.
Something of myself, a piece of me.
And now to cement myself firmly in Wankerdom I leave you with this short poem.
The Scent of Memory.
The heady scent of memory
permeates my life
Moments past that prod my days
and fill my dreams at night
Intoxicating in their taste
they replay within my mind
Scraps of history
that shadow me
of images lost in time
In a stupor I often loll
a puppet at their whim
While they tease me with reminders
that bring remembrance back again
I'm aching for something, but I don't know what, or possibly whom.
I'm restless.
There are beehives in my knee's and I want to run, but where to, I do not know.
There's a friend I want to reach, but he is to far beyond my grasp.
So I can only wait and hope he is okay.
The wind that has blown for days now, sighs through me.
As though it seeks to claim me for it's own.
It tugs at me and in me, like a memory I can't quite recall.
Something is mislaid, nagging at me.
Something of myself, a piece of me.
And now to cement myself firmly in Wankerdom I leave you with this short poem.
The Scent of Memory.
The heady scent of memory
permeates my life
Moments past that prod my days
and fill my dreams at night
Intoxicating in their taste
they replay within my mind
Scraps of history
that shadow me
of images lost in time
In a stupor I often loll
a puppet at their whim
While they tease me with reminders
that bring remembrance back again
P.S. Spock has a sixer.
But would Spock and Kirk hooking up be "illogical"? I can see the episode now...
Kirk: Aww...comon!! To hell with...ponfar, I'm so...pent up can't...you see that...I need release?!!
Spock: But that would be illogical, Captain.
Kirk(mumbled): Selfish pointy...eared half-breed...freak.
Spock: OK...now THAT get's me hot. Com'ere you butch little bitch. I'll show you tricks that green slut never dreamed of.
Kirk: Oh, You SO have the com.
P.P.S. I'm so pleased with myself, I'm stealing this post for my journal. Apparently you inspire me.