Gallons of water
28
4
1
Weak
ness of purpose
Diluted cravings
Waterlogged wishings
Morning chocolate in place of
Morning kisses
Impedence to my forward
Motion to my long view perspective
Little goals to my big goal
Some how I gotta stay afloat on the fast track
Faster and faster makes threats to derail
But I've got a conductor of conduct
To whisper propriety and truth in my ear
Love is near, love is here
In me.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Fridays
Oh.... it's friday again, on goes the fight - the internal struggle between my need for consistency and discipline in healthy endeavors and my reckless desire for crazy fun and to feel something new and be impetuous. I've made it to friday and I want something to celebrate, someone to celebrate with, and something to make me feel like it's a celebration.
Instead I will do what I do on every other night. Work out, eat dinner, read or play music, wish I had a clean apartment, go to bed at a reasonable hour. And really that feels good too, once I do it. Actually it just feels good to leave this buzzing caffeinated cacophony of fluorescent lights and unfinished work... and to know that tomorrow I will wake up without it hangin over my head - and to know that I get to decide how to spend my time over the next two days. Drunken giddiness and bad decisions not needed one little bit. Sigh. That's a relief. Fridays are good for many more reasons than late night partying and empty interactions (and calories). I have plenty of books to read and people to call and songs to write and thoughts to think and feelings to feel.
Yeah, so I'm all right. And here I go off into the weekend. Off to savor every minute of freedom, and look for every bit of goodness there is, and really, truly accept it.
Instead I will do what I do on every other night. Work out, eat dinner, read or play music, wish I had a clean apartment, go to bed at a reasonable hour. And really that feels good too, once I do it. Actually it just feels good to leave this buzzing caffeinated cacophony of fluorescent lights and unfinished work... and to know that tomorrow I will wake up without it hangin over my head - and to know that I get to decide how to spend my time over the next two days. Drunken giddiness and bad decisions not needed one little bit. Sigh. That's a relief. Fridays are good for many more reasons than late night partying and empty interactions (and calories). I have plenty of books to read and people to call and songs to write and thoughts to think and feelings to feel.
Yeah, so I'm all right. And here I go off into the weekend. Off to savor every minute of freedom, and look for every bit of goodness there is, and really, truly accept it.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Sometimes I wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home again
It's so far and out of sight.
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight.
Snow is cold, Rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy 'till I see you alone again
'Till I'm home again and feelin right.
- Carole King
It's so far and out of sight.
I really need someone to talk to, and nobody else
Knows how to comfort me tonight.
Snow is cold, Rain is wet
Chills my soul right to the marrow
I won't be happy 'till I see you alone again
'Till I'm home again and feelin right.
- Carole King
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