People come and go, they fade in and out. Just like music. You can have all sorts of Tom Petty in your collection and only listen to it from time to time. But its there. And one day you'll just start listening to it again. And there are people that go away from you for a time, years maybe, and then they show up in the strangest places. ( Read more... )

Its such a funny human condition. And we are like lambs to the slaughter, we keep going back again and again. And why? Cause Love is wonderful. Months ago I was asking the heavens above when I would stop being so irate. I wanted to stop hurting, I wanted to stop being reminded. I just desperately wanted to feel OK. And you can`t force yourself ( Read more... )

I always feel like when people go a great distance to another country, or another way of life, even for a short while, that they should come back changed. Sometimes they do, sometimes they arrive all aglitter with anecdotes and photos and souvenirs (and sometimes a new Red Stripe habit). This will, in time, fade. They will go back to the same ( Read more... )

Why is it that I think that I can make it what I want? That I can mould and pressure and knead and manage to make it how I want it to be? It isn't. I convince myself I am okay with it, like its a summer thing that will benefit me and it can be everything I need it to be. Its not. That much is clear. I see the limitations and the eerie ( Read more... )

Last night I could hear Club Paradiso (sp?) from the open kitchen window. It was strange to think that I walked down this street a couple years ago when I first moved here. We stood outside the Cantina and listened to someone singing opera. The giant parrot on the street marked something interesting, something different. It was a whole new life ( Read more... )

I came. I hung. I cabled. I focused.

And it felt real good.

I'm waiting for the coffee to kick in ( Read more... )

BA HA HA!

It feels more and more like home all the time. And that feels nice ( Read more... )

What comes with age. It surfaces and you look back over the water and wonder where it came from. Things and people that seemed like a big deal stretch out behind you, barely breaking the surface, only material enough to step across to find yourself farther from shore ( Read more... )