Falling into the Habit
Autumn season is here, bringing forth the frothy, crisp fall breezes, falling feuilles and the first in the world's constant renewel cycle: a period of death, of falling into a slumber. Winter is still a safe distance away (and hopefully will not be too frightful this year), yet I do fret its chilly embrace, save the warm holiday seasons and the cheer they bring (alongside homemade goodies, a warm fellow to cuddle with beneath cozy comforters, and near-continuous holiday singing and specials ^_^), the spacious winter break (during which I have been told I might be taken on a semi-intimate trip to Canada--woot), and hot-cocoa season.
Time has become a ticking reminder that nothing stays the same, as this season of sleep and death brings with it a general mood change in the social climate.
Election Day is nearly here, and I fear something more terrifying than any Halloween fright-flick: a re-election of George Walker Bush. As such, I have begun to more profusely than ever proclaim my political activism, encouraging all I know to vote for Kerry, from my middle-grounded co-workers to the faggoty-sluts in Gay.cum. Hell, if I can turn out even a measly +20 voters in the battle-ground state of Wisconsin, that's a start--and those persons may in turn turnout fellows, escalading and therein snowballing the effects of my activism. Hell, I already have the 2nd asked off so I can do some last-minute campaigning right until the hour I turn in to watch the election results.
Joshua Breister, man who holds a piece of my heart and soul, and I have grown ever closer, despite unsettling recent spits between the two of us. Our pasts have caught up to us and caused us each grief from one another; he and I have not been a "couple" per say for well over a month now, and yet for the oddest reason I feel as if we are closer than ever before. I understand more fully his motives, his feelings (or rather the feelings I know to be true yet he manages to box in so tightly and securely), his thouhts, his dreams, his fears... I have grown to share more of myself with him than I would have ever shared with him in such a short span of time had we *not* brought about this perilous period in our lives. I feel as if we've become so entrenched in one another's minds, hearts, souls, and physical realms that our very beings are intertwined, regardless of how we may feel from fleeting moment-to-painful-or-joyous-moment.
Our relationship has been enormously enriched; I know in the fiber of my being, the part of me that gives me spiritual finess and hope, that we shall work out and become the greatest either of us could hae ever deemed possible.
And should the worst ever come about, we have both learned so much that Time's ticking clock could only use what we have been, become, and could have been, as a perfect and solid base to more complete, caring and wiser characters, on both of our behalves--and all shall not have been in vein.
In the herein, I shall take all that I can of *us* and enrich it as I will, savor every moment of it, and continue to follow my perpetually feuled center-being's certainty--a certainty as true as the falling Autumn leaves and approaching snowfall--that all will be fine.
On a lighter, more appropriate-time-related manner:
http://homestarrunner.com/oldtimeyween.html
...click it! That A Ghost!
Ciao ---
Gary A Naud
Time has become a ticking reminder that nothing stays the same, as this season of sleep and death brings with it a general mood change in the social climate.
Election Day is nearly here, and I fear something more terrifying than any Halloween fright-flick: a re-election of George Walker Bush. As such, I have begun to more profusely than ever proclaim my political activism, encouraging all I know to vote for Kerry, from my middle-grounded co-workers to the faggoty-sluts in Gay.cum. Hell, if I can turn out even a measly +20 voters in the battle-ground state of Wisconsin, that's a start--and those persons may in turn turnout fellows, escalading and therein snowballing the effects of my activism. Hell, I already have the 2nd asked off so I can do some last-minute campaigning right until the hour I turn in to watch the election results.
Joshua Breister, man who holds a piece of my heart and soul, and I have grown ever closer, despite unsettling recent spits between the two of us. Our pasts have caught up to us and caused us each grief from one another; he and I have not been a "couple" per say for well over a month now, and yet for the oddest reason I feel as if we are closer than ever before. I understand more fully his motives, his feelings (or rather the feelings I know to be true yet he manages to box in so tightly and securely), his thouhts, his dreams, his fears... I have grown to share more of myself with him than I would have ever shared with him in such a short span of time had we *not* brought about this perilous period in our lives. I feel as if we've become so entrenched in one another's minds, hearts, souls, and physical realms that our very beings are intertwined, regardless of how we may feel from fleeting moment-to-painful-or-joyous-moment.
Our relationship has been enormously enriched; I know in the fiber of my being, the part of me that gives me spiritual finess and hope, that we shall work out and become the greatest either of us could hae ever deemed possible.
And should the worst ever come about, we have both learned so much that Time's ticking clock could only use what we have been, become, and could have been, as a perfect and solid base to more complete, caring and wiser characters, on both of our behalves--and all shall not have been in vein.
In the herein, I shall take all that I can of *us* and enrich it as I will, savor every moment of it, and continue to follow my perpetually feuled center-being's certainty--a certainty as true as the falling Autumn leaves and approaching snowfall--that all will be fine.
On a lighter, more appropriate-time-related manner:
http://homestarrunner.com/oldtimeyween.html
...click it! That A Ghost!
Ciao ---
Gary A Naud