Something

Here

Not that much to say
It might not matter anyway
I've got a lot to do
but none of it means much to you
I guess I could get lost
Seems more more and more I'm being tossed
All my edges have been frayed

They say time can heal all wounds.
Its what we're waiting for.
Somewhere to start from.

I've lost my resolve
I'm just not willing to evolve.
This suit I call my skin
Is something I'm fine living in.
Don't tell me its all right
I sleep like I'm dead every night.
Yeah, I could sleep till noon.

They say time can heal all wounds,
but that's a lie.
What do we die from?

By now you might have guessed
That somewhere silent I'm depressed.
I really can't say why.
And if I did I wouldn't cry.
My feelings are all nerves
Electric shocks that I deserve
keep crawling up my skin.

Today is a new day, and I am going to keep busy. I have time, do I have discipline?

I'm not sure if I'm exactly happy to see that I'm not the only one who doesn't update his/her blog, but I am surprised at my own recent desire to make contact. Maybe its just been because I've been stuck in "finals" world, but these days I really miss Sunday afternoons with Youth Group. Gone, they are as a muppet would say.

Still, its nice to have facebook, twitter, gmail...etc. If not exactly communication, they remind me that life continues on for everybody else as well as myself.

In any case, know that I'm thinking of you.

Celebrity, as a rule, sounds holy.
The celestial bodies in dazzling lights.
At once, they are in front of us and distant.

On celestial bodies we see ourselves,
Pattern meaning,
Worship.

Like all things,
Our stars rise and fall:
Every one.
We look for meaning.

Celebrity sounds holy.
Celestial bodies,
Celluloid slides,
Off empty canvas
And onto our lives,
While we search for meaning,
Or proof that there's none.

It's amazing how long I can just wander around on the internet wishing there was something interesting to read before I get my fingers moving to write something. This isn't that something interesting, by the way. I just need to start talking to break the awful silence that develops when I'm simply listless. I have school to go to, work do, lots to keep myself busy. How about you? Are you wasting your time reading this, or did you miss me?

Monday

Back in the States. I have a lot to do. A lot to learn. Time to focus. Sentences short. Coffee strong.