Intermission

Just wanted to say 'Good luck! We're all counting on you."

No but really, there is such a thing as a lack of words. The thoughts are still there, as are the feelings. The memories remain, the longing grows dormant...or just buys it's time, in order to creep up on the unsuspecting you.

I got the job, I begin on Nov. 2nd at the local hospital. Excited.

I moved back into my parents, and now have internet again...why? I'm not sure. Things have changed, and I hope it's for the better.

I feel, and probably am, the planet's shittiest friend. So I can't really blame anyone for the loneliness at the moment. Maybe I'll be forgiven. Perhaps nobody cares. Either way, to those of you I've hurt in any fashion: I'm sorry.

I'll continue working on my book, and praying for a cold winter. I like the cold.

Other than that, I have nothing to report from this front. Changes are happening faster than I can keep track of at the moment. The past getting farther, and although that's a good thing in some aspects...the nostalgia and melancholy of certain moments overwhelms my chest sometimes.

The sun will come out. A new day will begin. Chin up. Shoulders straight. Don't give up.

The Sea

by Lewis Carroll

There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.

Pour some salt water over the floor -
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it extended a mile or more,
That's very like the SEA.

Beat a dog till it howls outright -
Cruel, but all very well for a spree;
Suppose that one did so day and night,
That would be like the SEA.

I had a vision of nursery-maids;
Tens of thousands passed by me -
All leading children with wooden spades,
And this was by the SEA.

Who invented those spades of wood?
Who was it cut them out of the tree?
None, I think, but an idiot could -
Or one that loved the SEA.

It is pleasant and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With `thoughts as boundless, and souls as free';
But suppose you are very unwell in a boat,
How do you like the SEA.

There is an insect that people avoid
(Whence is derived the verb `to flee')
Where have you been by it most annoyed?
In lodgings by the SEA.

If you like coffee with sand for dregs,
A decided hint of salt in your tea,
And a fishy taste in the very eggs -
By all means choose the SEA.

And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,
You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,
And a chronic state of wet in your feet,
Then -I recommend the SEA.

For I have friends who dwell by the coast,
Pleasant friends they are to me!
It is when I'm with them I wonder most
That anyone likes the SEA.

They take me a walk: though tired and stiff,
To climb the heights I madly agree:
And, after a tumble or so from the cliff,
They kindly suggest the SEA.

I try the rocks, and I think it cool
That they laugh with such an excess of glee,
As I heavily slip into every pool,
That skirts the cold, cold SEA.