I've been away

Not really busy, but away
Somewhere else, lost in my head.

The headlines are brutal
and so is the emotion in the air.

Moving home in a few days..
Things are getting better.

I have hope.

It's been too long

I haven't posted in quite awhile.
Frank bought him and myself tickets for WEMF '08
and that should provide a fun time with friends and beers, of course.

I went to Cronic Addiction/The Mongrels/FPU/Corporation/No Equal show last night.
It was amazing, as always.
More to come later!

A night with Oscar Wilde

Tonight I spent some time reading a book filled with
Oscar Wilde stories, poems, plays to Frank as he lay next to me.
My favourite story is "The Happy Price."
It's very ironic, how, because the people of the council
cannot look past his beauty and automatically label him as useless and destroy him.
My mom would read this story to me as a child, and it stuck to me.
One day, however far away it shall be in time, I would like to read it to my child.

3 letters took him to his final rest in peace.

It's slowly getting nicer outside, warmer.
I like the breeze on the nape of my neck.
I feel it less and less, outside seems far away.

Plans were made this week,
and excuse to get outside.
I know when I get out and feel that familiar breeze,
I'll never want to be in this chair again.

"Time," they say "You will nevet get back."

Where has the day gone?
I fell asleep to the sounds of birds and the light
shining through the curtain less window.
I awoke at 2 pm, right before Frank leaves for work.
He was angry, saying that I didn't love him.
I was selfish.
I stayed up all night when I could've slept early
and spent more time with him.
What sense does it make to sleep when we could be together
and awake when we're not?

My life, presently.

Listening to Against Me!, I'm sitting with a keyboard
in my lap and a smile on my face.
I've got a medium sized red bong on the table top
in front of where I sit.
Interrupted, the phone rings.
I pick it up in anticipation of Frank calling to say hello and not my mother to yell at me for being absent at school.
He's a caretaker making $20 an hour and I just sit here all day doing nothing in particular as my brain wastes away.
I'm in between jobs and I gave up on my educated thus far.
Instead, I'll sit here taking bong tokes and reminiscing on the past, when I had a life.