Saturday, May 15, 2010

A southern summer storm...

over as quickly as it began...

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

My life is Jello. Sitting and waiting in the bowl. Patiently to gel

It's a haiku.

You know when you're at a weird point in your life when things could go amazingly well or oh-no-oh-gosh badly,if everything happened exactly the way you wanted it to, then you would be on a smooth path, or if things didn't go the way you wanted them to, then your life would suck, and you're sitting on the sidelines of such happenings that you have no control over trying to make it all go the way it's supposed to even though you know that it's not doing anything to influence the happenings?

Just curious.

I'm waiting to sign a lease for the first time ever. I'm waiting on hours for a new experimental-ish job. I'm waiting for acceptance into a summer course that I hopefully will pass. I'm waiting to see if my tires will last. And I'm waiting. But the last thing I want to do is be passive. Waiting, by definition, is a passive verb, but I don't want to be so just because that is what I find myself doing a lot. At the end of my life, I want to feel the ache of spent muscles in my legs instead of a broken back from the load of meaningless crap I sat and collected while others traveled by.

Monday, May 3, 2010

I'm not a fuzzy hangover.

Do you remember when
we sat on the curb
and we had no reason to

dance through the unwelcome
territory. So
we played all the more in the

rain. Last night I knew that
no other life could
exist outside of what we

had decided to make
of our snickers and
bored musings and wasted gas.

But the weekend's ended
and winter comes to
write this is the end.