Snow lingers as a blossom,
on the buds edge,
A wintery voice repressing
The new spring first song.

It came swiftly,

a quick kick to the gut,

and reverberates through my whole skeleton.

The dread, the fear, the inordinate sadness that has little source

or many small sources, that well up.

Overwhelming my desire to be,

or at least to be here.

Unrelenting Optimism

The thoughts ping, trapping me more easily than I trap them. They hold so much allure to get taken away in, and while I try to best them, they forever win. Instead I must consign the heap to burn, float away freely, or I must be bound in chains of reason and fantasy, worlds away from each other pushing at each other, yet, twining around and around until they are plied, as a cord, my sad version of sanity, reality and illusion bound as one to tie me to a world that I do not know, and while I would try to push and pull reality, to make it all that ties me here, I know that illusion, more alluring, wins at times, and that the ground that I feel I walk upon, is nothing but trickster clouds.

Rarity a post!

So I'm mainly posting because I was talking with a fellow intern (yep another internship this summer) and she has an amazing blog at sunnysouthernarizona.blogspot.com (check it out). I realized it's been multiple months since the last post. . . That's my thing, I guess. Anyway, enjoying D.C. Taking a crazy amount of photos. Laterz!

It seeps in at the edges,
the stress, the worry
comes over good times, busy moments
and foreshadows coming darkness.
The debt, the pain,
income unknown,
it sits at the back of my thoughts as the days march forward.

The world seems to rush by so slowly,
but the years they run like water.
And everyday I look for moments of clarity,
while living in a rush of moments.
So when I find time to write,
I find it while I'm walking,
to somewhere,
away from somewhere else;
and the words live only in my head
or my silently moving mouth.
But in rare moments,
I am provided with a place to put them.

Back and bored

I'm in class, rambling is occurring, and I am uninterested. See picture for entertainment.