I've been dreaming of you
There's nothing like two best friends to spend a night with. Ocean strolls with Jared and catalina clear as day, pillow conversations about far-off lands and ambitious plans with Reed. They alternate between me because the other is out to talk to their respective girlfriend, and I flash back to a point when Reed was in my position of being the kid left alone. But its nice to be the one in the position for once, it gives you perspective. Now Jared's fallen asleep early as usual, and Reed's out talking to Angie, leaving me alone to think and give thanks that I have two kids like them. There's a satisfaction of friendship that no relationship can tear away, that feeling that they will always be there and you can invest as much as you want into them as you can possibly take. It's funny, its not even about girls or even anybody, its any non-essential person who I meet at this point in my life when I'm getting ready for another shift. "Will I have contact with them after school?" Do I want to even tempt something in the home stretch? And as always in my life, I meet someone I really like right before I have to leave, or I won't have the guts to do anything till its too late. I expect something this semester to come at the end just to give me a sweet taste to make me reminisce after I'm gone.
We're all at such transitions in our lives, waiting silent for the Spring when we're turned loose and left with no direction but our own design. All thinking the same thoughts as June looms, all wincing, wondering whether we have it in us to actually do what we want. Me, I'm directionless with ambition. I'll find something meaningful but whether its what I want is questionable. We're pensive about the future, like a waterfall you hear looming but with no idea of its size or danger. All we see is the beaten, wearied adults who have produced us, their heads asleep on the couch, romance and imagination dimmed from the horizon. Is this an emotional peak?
But tonight, I'll have a warm bed and Jared'd snores. Sunday is off to Katie from Berkeley's house in LA, then Amanda, then Katie from high school and even meeting Kelley in Santa Barbara. It's a royal, week-long trip around Southern California with trains, my bike and a backpack.
No direction home,
Teddy
We're all at such transitions in our lives, waiting silent for the Spring when we're turned loose and left with no direction but our own design. All thinking the same thoughts as June looms, all wincing, wondering whether we have it in us to actually do what we want. Me, I'm directionless with ambition. I'll find something meaningful but whether its what I want is questionable. We're pensive about the future, like a waterfall you hear looming but with no idea of its size or danger. All we see is the beaten, wearied adults who have produced us, their heads asleep on the couch, romance and imagination dimmed from the horizon. Is this an emotional peak?
But tonight, I'll have a warm bed and Jared'd snores. Sunday is off to Katie from Berkeley's house in LA, then Amanda, then Katie from high school and even meeting Kelley in Santa Barbara. It's a royal, week-long trip around Southern California with trains, my bike and a backpack.
No direction home,
Teddy