buried her
Well this past weekend would be a wash, and I certainly hope the next few are more fun. I took a trip to a funneral for my niece. Don't miss judge my writing, I loved my niece, she was very special to every one who attended. I was very glad to be out in Colorado. I even cried at a few moments here and there. It was nice to see all my sibilings for a while, share time with my aunts. I wish I had time away from my family, being I was bombarded with christian music. I had to avoid a few theology discussions with my family. I got a lecture from my eldest sister who's daughter it was who passed, she meant well but the same lecture I get, but she isn't offering up a action plan so. There was a really beautiful moment the burial site every person was given a helium filled orange balloon, and we threw on a song from a cd player and released them together. It looked really pretty, odd as it sounds it made me cry.
I am sitting here now with the I don't know what to do with my summer, being it is just all work or so it feels. I also am feeling on the lonely side of things, just the nature of being; when alone feel lonely, when with some one wishing to be more alone. Sounds stuipid, also sounds selfish of myself. However I noticed I should want to be a little more selfish, what do I really have for my self my music has gone unfinished, all my plans crumble in my hands. I wonder why do I even write these things, because no one ever reads them.
ahh another day off to work, where people will ask me about the iphone. Iphone the only phone you have to sell your soul to buy and ransom off a third world country to pay the related monthly service charges for.
I am sitting here now with the I don't know what to do with my summer, being it is just all work or so it feels. I also am feeling on the lonely side of things, just the nature of being; when alone feel lonely, when with some one wishing to be more alone. Sounds stuipid, also sounds selfish of myself. However I noticed I should want to be a little more selfish, what do I really have for my self my music has gone unfinished, all my plans crumble in my hands. I wonder why do I even write these things, because no one ever reads them.
ahh another day off to work, where people will ask me about the iphone. Iphone the only phone you have to sell your soul to buy and ransom off a third world country to pay the related monthly service charges for.