I’m going to be honest. I have no clue who will read this or what they will think of me. But… I also feel that it is not in my nature to care.
My “office” window is grimy on the outside and filled with little snowflake gummies on my side. A small metaphor for whats really going on right now. Work is not what it used to be. My living situation isn’t what it used to be either. Not by long shot. Friends? Same deal. Seems like everything changed so quickly and before I knew it it was all different.
This post was not meant to be depressing. Somehow we took a detour into nothingness. What I really wanted to start on this blog was a recollection of thoughts. It seems that I cannot keep all of my memories in my head anymore so maybe if I let them spill onto the keyboard something of worth will manage to stay behind. And here we go! A round of teacher stories. Expressions of new love. A newly awakened love of the printed word. And most importantly a hopefully greater outlook on the dirty window… just because its filthy on the outside doesn’t mean I can’t decorate the inside.
And so I’m reaching out for the one
And so I’ve learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes
to shift my point of view
I’m watching through my own light
as it tints the shade of you
Sleep – Azure Ray