the end of the lost season...
It's odd how I can tell that summer
is coming to an end, I can feel it
and i know you can too. Here we are
slowly slipping back into a routine,
of distractions, angst and our own
unique comforts. And I am sad
about it, but I understand that
it's nearing that time and in the end
it won't matter because it's a needed rest.
It feels sort of like the myth of Persephone,
6 months both ways (apart and together).
Maybe this time I'm worried because
things are different and I always worry
whether or not we'll be able to get back
on track. Maybe it's because I'm confused
about everything, the Mentor especially
and because you're my guide in the sitch
and if it doesn't work out then what?
Oh well I'm actually happy but i know
this isn't capturing it...i blame my choice
of music and other things...or feelings
Anywhoo i'm actually just nervous about
the Dr. and volunteering and all that jazz.
so I'm taking it out in a phunky way...and I
apologize for that yo!
is coming to an end, I can feel it
and i know you can too. Here we are
slowly slipping back into a routine,
of distractions, angst and our own
unique comforts. And I am sad
about it, but I understand that
it's nearing that time and in the end
it won't matter because it's a needed rest.
It feels sort of like the myth of Persephone,
6 months both ways (apart and together).
Maybe this time I'm worried because
things are different and I always worry
whether or not we'll be able to get back
on track. Maybe it's because I'm confused
about everything, the Mentor especially
and because you're my guide in the sitch
and if it doesn't work out then what?
Oh well I'm actually happy but i know
this isn't capturing it...i blame my choice
of music and other things...or feelings
Anywhoo i'm actually just nervous about
the Dr. and volunteering and all that jazz.
so I'm taking it out in a phunky way...and I
apologize for that yo!