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I always wonder about the same thing this day of the year:
"how is Dec 31st any different then say July 17th?"
"why do we make resolutions this day but not like August 31st, the day before school start?"
"when did we become modern people who use calenders and live by weekdays and weekends?"

and I stop myself before things got out of hand, not to waste away another few hours questioning the human history.
(talk about "history", what about the days before "written words" ? pre-history? what IS that?)

and there.
I lost track of my thoughts again.

I was gonna talk about the past year and the coming year like everyone does.
Only Up There knows how I love to make a list of everything.

But knowing about myself, a list will always be a list, on paper, in words, not action.
So I now only make "action list" for things have to get done. (what's with this have t get done deal anyways?)
Others, I try to relax a bit....on the list writing part,
and work harder on the actually DO IT part.

Stop thinking about the iff-s, or even the "piece-of-cake-s" won't be there.

No promises means more promises.
No resolutions means more resolutions.
How Zen am I!

OM?

 

go-away

going-away

gone-away

far-far-away

out there

(look!)

((see!!)

bye

I.got.emotional.just.when.I.thought.I.have.ran.out.of.all.passion.

I.have.to.write.

even.if.you.will.never.know.

You.walk.out.a.way.when.there.is.no.way.

I.admire.that.

Applaud.that.

Still.it.raised.the.still.temper.in.me.

Still.why.so.hard.

could.not.we.all.have.a.dream.and.live.it.

I.am.not.sorry.about.the.straw.

It.was.the.golden.rod.

Why.are.you.not.holding.on.

the.Earth.shake.for.you.tonight.

And.I.with.fire.and.shame.

you sat in my lap and wept

I rocked you back and forth.

you showed me what were in your hands

I made a piece of clothes out of them

you wore.

the cards read

black diamonds and red spades

one deadly sign

of no heart

of no return.

I pondered and wondered,

and the world silenced.

A handful of paper clips.

Remember that? Have you found it?

I know you've loved me,
and if it wasn't so hard I would've loved you too.

But we ended up happy just not together,
which was a happy ending in its own rights.

I heard you've found your Africa,
and one day soon I'll share mine over a nice conversation too.