Rise
"You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin
You leave me when I'm at my worst
Feeling as if I've been cursed
Bitter cold within
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Days go by and still I think of you
Days when I couldn't live my life without you
Without you..."
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It's been a crazy week. Getting everything ready for my trip, trying to tie up loose ends, and fighting off the renting hordes at work...
I've made an okay haul on commissions, I think, though I won't likely see them until April/May. But every little bit helps, yeah?
In the midst of all this, I keep closing my eyes and inadvertently seeing Stevie.. or rather, I see me going back to her, and over and over again I see what it might be like to be with her again. Why, exactly? I'm trying, honestly, not to think about it until I can find someone who will hear me out on the subject, and maybe offer insight... I'm hoping maybe my Dad can find the time.
Other than that, I finally got the paperwork signed over to my name for the motorcycle. I had been holding off on doing the major fixes/modifications until after I had everything signed over to me, to save me the time if it ultimately got returned to the people who abandoned it. Now that it's mine I've taken the front of the bike apart (fairings, headlight, front displays) to try and fix the broken needle on the speedometer. I'm gonna need to clean and balance the carburetors, rewire the ignition with the killswitch, re-key the gas/ignition/storage, and hopefully at the end of it all, get it a few paint and bodywork modifications... It already looks okay, but I'll have it growling and killing the road by this summer.
I named the motorcycle "Zombie", but I'm calling it "Zed" for short. Because it's a dark green, and I've brought it back from the dead.
Tomorrow? Taxes, more motorcycle work, mopping, laundry, and gods willing- a fucking drink.