Just a mirror for the sun
scribbles about a commonplace existence.Archive for May, 2008
A lack of color.
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
Have another drink and drive yourself home.
I hope there’s ice on all the roads.
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt,
and again when your head goes through the windshield.
And is that what you call tact?
You’re as subtle as a brick in the small of my back.
-: Brand New- Seventy times 7.
Another day, another casualty.
So I need to write after a month.
I remember how my life changed every day. I miss my boys. I miss school, college and a purpose. Life has been crazy and empty at the same time. I’ve loved, met, changed and questioned a lot in my life this past month. I finally had a birthday that I love and will remember for a long damn time. I’m officially nineteen and trying to be responsible and important with an internship, a college plan and a certain other that is going to end badly [woman's intuition.] Anyway, too much beer and too little conversation can go to your head. So much to say and I’m too lazy to begin. Perhaps I shall blog when a little saner. I miss a life that I never had.
I missed my blog!


