It's not just a train or 'what is love?
Yeah yeah. Love. I know, I maunder about it a lot. Not really sure where I'm going with that one.
I'll get back to it.
I want to paint a picture instead.
Sitting on a Trent Express bus. Got out of class (Hugh Elton is ftw btw), caught the bus immediately outside stupid Gzowski college of UGLY YELLOW DOOOOOOM. *ahem* picture. Right.
The sky is a leaden gray; spatters of rain fogging the air, wetting my glasses. (Yes, I chose to wear glasses this week. My contacts are pissing me off) Big Peterborough Transit bus pulls up. Trent Express. Hmm. Convenient. Sitting down on the upholstered seat, clicking through the tunes on my CD player. *leaning back, leather coat creaking as leather is wont to do. Glancing out at the east bank rolling past.
"I can strum a little; I can hold a chord.. this ain't the gospel and I ain't the Lord"
Gray-brown branches like spindly Japanese ink painting prints, topped with dark green leaves made gray with the fog and rain, and the odd fiery hue of the berries.
"I'm no holy roller, for what it's worth.. freedom's a train ride to heaven on earth"
Canada all around me. Glancing at the pale gray concrete of the bridge, the roiling water a green-blue-grey beneath us shading to flat hues of colour; Faryon Bridge behind us.
"It's not just a train, it's saying goodbye, it's saying hello to where we have been. Where we might go, it's what we have passed, what we might see, it's not just a train, it's freedom to me"
Hearing Spirit of the West's ode to the CPR, and riding on it, watching the cold rain spatter the big window as the bus trundles through town.. recalling two falls ago, driving through vibrant reds and oranges and crisp clean air to go to Minden for 7 am court as the Peterborough Prosecutor's placement student, seeing the unrolling magnificence of our land.
I lost something of me today. Or maybe I found it. It's all rolling together in my head like pieces of clay.
-it's saying goodbye-
Yes, I guess I have been.. to a lot of things. To who I was.. to who I am. Sitting in class I felt the old desire to impress my teachers, to be clever, and instead, held my tongue. No, let's NOT shoot our face of THIS year, Katmo dear.
-it's saying hello-
I've done that too.. I've faced truths recently that left me crying all night. I've faced realities that what I want I may never get. I've 'said hello' to things entering my life that five years ago I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams.
-where we might go-
Will I stay in Peterborough? I don't know. I'd like to, but I want to see people.. certain people.. yet I can't leave my little boys. If I go into law for truth, only the gods know where I'll get a position. Same applies for teaching.
-people we've passed-
Lots of them. Am I a user? I dunno. I have had at least one person this summer fall madly in love with me and make foolish assumptions, and maybe .. no maybes, I DID play a part in that. I encouraged his behaviour, because it was like a drug to be so utterly flattered. I like to think I care about people, and that I don't forget them, and that I give my all.. but truth is I'm a terrible friend, and never call frog songs or lemonwolf or anyone. People are better off being like magicbox and dropping in unexpectedly.
-people we'll see-
I hope so. There's one I really want to see. I never thought I'd meet a friend so utterly in tune with who I am, let alone one online. My mother would say I 'downloaded' him. But fact is, I want to sit in the desert with my friend and talk about nothing and everything. I want to attend Soto and Navi's wedding next year. I want to meet the faces of the people I love so deeply as voices and text.
-it's freedom to me-
We'll see, I guess.
I'll get back to it.
I want to paint a picture instead.
Sitting on a Trent Express bus. Got out of class (Hugh Elton is ftw btw), caught the bus immediately outside stupid Gzowski college of UGLY YELLOW DOOOOOOM. *ahem* picture. Right.
The sky is a leaden gray; spatters of rain fogging the air, wetting my glasses. (Yes, I chose to wear glasses this week. My contacts are pissing me off) Big Peterborough Transit bus pulls up. Trent Express. Hmm. Convenient. Sitting down on the upholstered seat, clicking through the tunes on my CD player. *leaning back, leather coat creaking as leather is wont to do. Glancing out at the east bank rolling past.
"I can strum a little; I can hold a chord.. this ain't the gospel and I ain't the Lord"
Gray-brown branches like spindly Japanese ink painting prints, topped with dark green leaves made gray with the fog and rain, and the odd fiery hue of the berries.
"I'm no holy roller, for what it's worth.. freedom's a train ride to heaven on earth"
Canada all around me. Glancing at the pale gray concrete of the bridge, the roiling water a green-blue-grey beneath us shading to flat hues of colour; Faryon Bridge behind us.
"It's not just a train, it's saying goodbye, it's saying hello to where we have been. Where we might go, it's what we have passed, what we might see, it's not just a train, it's freedom to me"
Hearing Spirit of the West's ode to the CPR, and riding on it, watching the cold rain spatter the big window as the bus trundles through town.. recalling two falls ago, driving through vibrant reds and oranges and crisp clean air to go to Minden for 7 am court as the Peterborough Prosecutor's placement student, seeing the unrolling magnificence of our land.
I lost something of me today. Or maybe I found it. It's all rolling together in my head like pieces of clay.
-it's saying goodbye-
Yes, I guess I have been.. to a lot of things. To who I was.. to who I am. Sitting in class I felt the old desire to impress my teachers, to be clever, and instead, held my tongue. No, let's NOT shoot our face of THIS year, Katmo dear.
-it's saying hello-
I've done that too.. I've faced truths recently that left me crying all night. I've faced realities that what I want I may never get. I've 'said hello' to things entering my life that five years ago I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams.
-where we might go-
Will I stay in Peterborough? I don't know. I'd like to, but I want to see people.. certain people.. yet I can't leave my little boys. If I go into law for truth, only the gods know where I'll get a position. Same applies for teaching.
-people we've passed-
Lots of them. Am I a user? I dunno. I have had at least one person this summer fall madly in love with me and make foolish assumptions, and maybe .. no maybes, I DID play a part in that. I encouraged his behaviour, because it was like a drug to be so utterly flattered. I like to think I care about people, and that I don't forget them, and that I give my all.. but truth is I'm a terrible friend, and never call frog songs or lemonwolf or anyone. People are better off being like magicbox and dropping in unexpectedly.
-people we'll see-
I hope so. There's one I really want to see. I never thought I'd meet a friend so utterly in tune with who I am, let alone one online. My mother would say I 'downloaded' him. But fact is, I want to sit in the desert with my friend and talk about nothing and everything. I want to attend Soto and Navi's wedding next year. I want to meet the faces of the people I love so deeply as voices and text.
-it's freedom to me-
We'll see, I guess.