It's Better than Eating Alone

Monday, November 06, 2006

Lesser Lights

I, artificial
bright only in the close
scattered, random, static
You, heavenly
reigning in the sky
predictable, radiant, impossible
I can only look up to you
You can only look down at me
I, die every morning in the waking
You, live still, in dreams
Dreams that I cannot have
of you, when everything
becomes nothing
about, I
except You.

Taken tonight, when its the second night of the full moon.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Bed Bust

I think it was 3am. I should remember it, because after that it took me another hour to get back to sleep. In this empty room I had some sort of anxiety attack, and it took visions of the aliens from "Signs" to jolt me into a risen position on the bed. I felt terrible.

But it wasn't a nightmare of monsters and rogue aliens on the side that troubled me. It was far worse. They were thoughts, racing up to my head of the so many stresses that seem to revel at my senses. It was a painful price to pay for the humanity that I chose.

Something has got to be done. Not all the time can I bear the weight of the world crashing down on me. Not all the time can I think about a way out. There has got to be a way out. Somehow.


I have to admit, I have neglected my writing again. And I have to quit this time. Sorry for the interruption. I will not be able to finish the adventures unfolding in here. Not that they were not important, its just that time keeps its pace while I don't.

Anyways, I will gather my thoughts again, and continue writing the way this blog was meant to be - inner thoughts. What goes on. What I am, as the lonesome strikes in.

Last to show would be this picture of my "little" family while I was at home. Thank you, thank you.