I hear the calling of the open road; my gaze fixed upon the rising sun.

I am a flower in a field of blossoms
not more beautiful
than the barren hill

how glorious and vast the unceasing dawn-
you can watch the unfolding of eternity
and know the frailty of all else.

man; the twig adrift in tide
yet how fortunate
the waters are boundless.

i think i'll always just be sailing down the highway, windows down, music cranked; chasing down the horizen, searching for bluer skies.

memorabilia: random trip up to peterborough last night for Chanteal's birthday. got more drunk than i have in a while, we pub crawled, we played pool (drunkenly). it was a good time. had more of a hangover than i've had in a while ( Read more... )