Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he's carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he's carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you're drunk.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
Reflection
Today was Father’s Day, or more technically yesterday was, but I have yet to go to bed. I have never really thought much about this day because growing up I never celebrated it. But today was the first time in my life that I could reflect without question on my father when this special day came around. I’ve thought about him a little over the last little while, wondering how he’s doing or if he still thinks about our conversation. It’s hard to believe that over seven months have passed since we met back in October. I remember both the feelings I had before we met and how I felt after. It had seemed like we would talk again and learn more about one another.
Of course things don’t always turn out as we foresee them or how they are suggested. I have not heard a word from him since last October when he seemed to have finally turned the corner in his life showing interest in me for the first time. There have been no phone calls or correspondence. It’s unfortunate that the sentiments he made to me have turned out to be, from every indication I have, false. Because as I told him then and I say now, I’m done. I no longer have to think about him if I don’t want to. My focus is on my own two sons.
The misfortune belongs to him.
Of course things don’t always turn out as we foresee them or how they are suggested. I have not heard a word from him since last October when he seemed to have finally turned the corner in his life showing interest in me for the first time. There have been no phone calls or correspondence. It’s unfortunate that the sentiments he made to me have turned out to be, from every indication I have, false. Because as I told him then and I say now, I’m done. I no longer have to think about him if I don’t want to. My focus is on my own two sons.
The misfortune belongs to him.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Summer is here again
This was taken (not by me) during the forest fires of 2004 in BC. A lot of people lost their homes and businesses. Here's hoping for cooler summer this year.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
TEARS DON'T KNOW
Dead tears hit the ground
Icy rain falls all around
It's dead weight and skin deep
Yet I still can't seem to sleep
Where did our past go
Doesn't anyone appear to know
How things can be so right
Then be gone all of a sudden in the dead night
The deal you've signed and closed
Why you left me nobody knows
Like a sword that pierces flesh
You've made this life a total mess
Laughing is a lie
And feelings can't die
I said we should try
But you only said goodbye
Dead tears hit the ground
Icy rain falls all around
It's dead weight and skin deep
Yet I still can't seem to sleep
Where did our past go
Doesn't anyone appear to know
How things can be so right
Then be gone all of a sudden in the dead night
The deal you've signed and closed
Why you left me nobody knows
Like a sword that pierces flesh
You've made this life a total mess
Laughing is a lie
And feelings can't die
I said we should try
But you only said goodbye
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