wish work would start
I think that by now you've forgotten about this, which makes it alright for me to try again. Mostly because I have no clue how to delete this whole thing. I'm killing time until work. Wish I could have started earlier. Been a lot of killing of time lately. Just waiting until Sunday, where I can go to Pittsburgh and meet a friend for his birthday, with nothing but my presence to offer. And after that I'll be hanging on until New Hampshire, again. To see him, again. And hopefully I'll never have to say again again because everything will be new and boring.
I pretended to write, in a book I pretended to draw in. And time feels so wasted when it's in such great abundance, but I must remind myself that this is what I asked for. Like Mr. DeGraaf says, take back your time. Well, I took it back. Now what? ; )
Still no sitting under willow trees. But I did fall asleep watching the stars under one once. In a place on Puget Sound. How I wish these winds would take me back there. Wait a minute, I'm indoors and I doubt there are any nice breezes outside.
Soon to return to Messiah. For once last time. There are only a handful of people still left there. Everyone else is all growed up, traveling the world or entering a new one (marriage). At least, the couple that still talk to me are doing something with themselves. I'd like to wonder of where I'd be in a year. I like that it's not completely defined. I like to wonder what past means. And how much relevance I should allow it now.
I'm just doing my thing. Not posting, not living every moment, but just doing until the next.
I pretended to write, in a book I pretended to draw in. And time feels so wasted when it's in such great abundance, but I must remind myself that this is what I asked for. Like Mr. DeGraaf says, take back your time. Well, I took it back. Now what? ; )
Still no sitting under willow trees. But I did fall asleep watching the stars under one once. In a place on Puget Sound. How I wish these winds would take me back there. Wait a minute, I'm indoors and I doubt there are any nice breezes outside.
Soon to return to Messiah. For once last time. There are only a handful of people still left there. Everyone else is all growed up, traveling the world or entering a new one (marriage). At least, the couple that still talk to me are doing something with themselves. I'd like to wonder of where I'd be in a year. I like that it's not completely defined. I like to wonder what past means. And how much relevance I should allow it now.
I'm just doing my thing. Not posting, not living every moment, but just doing until the next.