Where has the summer gone
Reasons I should actually write in a journal.
I remember it was June... I was dating a doctor and a student, or was it a student doctor and a... oh well, so I did that, maybe went to a classy party or two, and was attempting to live, or kindle my dream. That faded, didn't happen, and I moved to Colorado, in defeat, moved home. My new home anyway. Its quite a different place from where I grew up. Its different from anything I've ever known.
I need to start writing. Tell a story, its all in the storytelling. I have so many stories to tell, but not a single story. Where have all the characters gone?
So then what happened? I remember spending the Fourth of July in Breckenridge. Fireworks bursting in air, falling on unsuspecting ladies heads still glowing. Ha, good times. Then what happened? Dizziness, delerium, pretty damn bad altitude sickness I guess. How high am I anyway? Not a drug in sight. Now its September. Where has the summer gone? Somehow I got in pretty good shape, of all places, at Walmart unloading trucks. It was actually kind of fun. Then there is my new job, my new life, back 3 years ago, but it now seems to matter. Movies that matter, mr. technician. That's what I do. Now I'll move from my mountain home to a tight tiny bungalow, a closet of space in the city. Snarling traffic, homeless entertainment, walking from the bar for fear of legal reprisals, these can be my new activities.
Remember those nigths? Staring at the stars on a blanket, friend surround me, laughing, at what I can't remember, but there was the glorious night sky. The moon, my liege, hangs low like a testicle in the sky tonight. Not too often, but not at all this summer. What summer.
And thus, we get on with our lives. The quote of the year, you can lose all your money, and if you work real hard, you can make it back. But if you waste your time, you'll never get it back.
I remember it was June... I was dating a doctor and a student, or was it a student doctor and a... oh well, so I did that, maybe went to a classy party or two, and was attempting to live, or kindle my dream. That faded, didn't happen, and I moved to Colorado, in defeat, moved home. My new home anyway. Its quite a different place from where I grew up. Its different from anything I've ever known.
I need to start writing. Tell a story, its all in the storytelling. I have so many stories to tell, but not a single story. Where have all the characters gone?
So then what happened? I remember spending the Fourth of July in Breckenridge. Fireworks bursting in air, falling on unsuspecting ladies heads still glowing. Ha, good times. Then what happened? Dizziness, delerium, pretty damn bad altitude sickness I guess. How high am I anyway? Not a drug in sight. Now its September. Where has the summer gone? Somehow I got in pretty good shape, of all places, at Walmart unloading trucks. It was actually kind of fun. Then there is my new job, my new life, back 3 years ago, but it now seems to matter. Movies that matter, mr. technician. That's what I do. Now I'll move from my mountain home to a tight tiny bungalow, a closet of space in the city. Snarling traffic, homeless entertainment, walking from the bar for fear of legal reprisals, these can be my new activities.
Remember those nigths? Staring at the stars on a blanket, friend surround me, laughing, at what I can't remember, but there was the glorious night sky. The moon, my liege, hangs low like a testicle in the sky tonight. Not too often, but not at all this summer. What summer.
And thus, we get on with our lives. The quote of the year, you can lose all your money, and if you work real hard, you can make it back. But if you waste your time, you'll never get it back.