October
October... when the trees are stripped bare... of all they wear,
do I care? [u2 october]
Like the girl you make eye contact with, and smile at, but never connect...
I looked up and October was gone.
Hmm, kinda missed that. I've taken the fall pictures, and maybe I'll post them by spring, and maybe I'll post last spring's too.
Dis-com-bob-ulate. I met a really tall guy once, and this was his favorite word. I was amused at the time, but now it has settled into my bones like a memory that you can't quite remember, but sits there buzzing at the edge of your existance. or was it existence. or was it existential angst.
yes, that.
when I find this mood, there sure are a lot of song lyrics crashing through my head...
I'm looking for comfort that I can take form someone else... but after all, I know there is no one that can save me from myself... [billy joel, you were the one, glass houses]
but song lyrics like that always have a person attached, and her name was Luz, and she really did mean light.
Like October, I was too busy brooding and looking at my shoes, and I missed it.
So. In the last hours of October, I wonder if I am going to notice November and the real end of autumn, before setting out on a journey within, to the empty lands searching for the last homely house east of the sea. Once I left it, I found I could never return.
Upon a secret journey,
I met a holy man,
his blindness was his wisdom,
I'm such a lonely man
[The Police, secret journey, ghost in the machine]
do I care? [u2 october]
Like the girl you make eye contact with, and smile at, but never connect...
I looked up and October was gone.
Hmm, kinda missed that. I've taken the fall pictures, and maybe I'll post them by spring, and maybe I'll post last spring's too.
Dis-com-bob-ulate. I met a really tall guy once, and this was his favorite word. I was amused at the time, but now it has settled into my bones like a memory that you can't quite remember, but sits there buzzing at the edge of your existance. or was it existence. or was it existential angst.
yes, that.
when I find this mood, there sure are a lot of song lyrics crashing through my head...
I'm looking for comfort that I can take form someone else... but after all, I know there is no one that can save me from myself... [billy joel, you were the one, glass houses]
but song lyrics like that always have a person attached, and her name was Luz, and she really did mean light.
Like October, I was too busy brooding and looking at my shoes, and I missed it.
So. In the last hours of October, I wonder if I am going to notice November and the real end of autumn, before setting out on a journey within, to the empty lands searching for the last homely house east of the sea. Once I left it, I found I could never return.
Upon a secret journey,
I met a holy man,
his blindness was his wisdom,
I'm such a lonely man
[The Police, secret journey, ghost in the machine]