Well I Wonder ...

All men have secrets and here is mine so let it be known...

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Wandering On...

Listening to: Something I Can't Have - Jesus and Mary Chain

It's dark inside,
The sky can't make up its mind,
A dance draped in white,
Or to drop like tears,
My fears blanketed in the memories of last night
And buried beneath an icy crust.
Each footstep cracks open a new wound on the glimmering terrain,
Eventually becoming a temporary landmark of past wanderings.
I long to shovel them all away,
To clean the slate so to speak,
But as I do,
Beneath the surface
There remains the compacted imprint of those same steps
Like whispy white ghost prints.
Together with the slush and mud
Bogging down the bottoms of my boots,
They serve as cold, haunting reminders of where I've been...

Crap, I really don't know where I'm going with this. Sorry. Next time I'll try to find a direction to point my wanderings toward.

3 Comments:

At December 23, 2004 at 11:09 a.m., Blogger Jennifer said...

Glad you're back.

 
At December 24, 2004 at 4:14 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said...

MARK!

Hey buddy!!! Sorry for the MIAness...I've been busy.
Anyway, I just wanted to drop in and say "GET YOUSELF OUT OF THE SLUMP! GET OUT THERE AND GET A JOB!!" Johnson's sucks anyway (not that you had to be told). And I know that you can say "oh yeah, Erin, it's easy for you to say that. You're not the one losing the job!"

Well guess what. It seems (as of now anyway) that I've managed to fail myself out of school. End of the world-no...shitty event-yes. This means that I have to come home and live with my family again...leave all my friends in TO and beg for my old job at A&P back for a measley $8/hour. Don't worry...life doesn't only suck right now for you!

Anyway...Merry freakin' Christmas (lol).
Erin

 
At December 26, 2004 at 6:54 a.m., Blogger Queenie said...

This is the start of something good.
At least, I think so.

Q

 

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