Thursday, December 28, 2006

 

The end of the year is a game of catch-up. Catch- up with all those promises I still haven't fulfilled.
Catch- up with all of the bills I havent paid.
Catch- up with the work that hadn't gotten finished. & when I have the time,
Check- up with friends.
Then, the beginning of the year gives us this immense potential.
The new year can also bring about hope
& if its an illusion, or my outlook gets delusional,
may it be that way. See, Its like that fresh jar of peanut butter to dig into.
Or a crystal clear lake to dive into on a hot summer night.
It might be an empty road, some tapes & a full tank of gas,
or the train, when it was affordable.

"As much as things change, things stay the same," I say to myself, as the smell of green tea swirls around my nose & the mug in my hand warms my face from the winter's damp breeze. This is the same mug I held in my hand three years ago. I remember the day I cut my self on it's chipped lip. I asked you if its handmade, & my mouth turned crimson as I bled & laughed about it. nope. you said with a smile. I got that at the pottery barn.






Since that day, we've drank our teas, coffees & whiskeys in the same mugs.
The shirts I wear haven't changed a stitch.
Except for maybe more holes in them.
I still can't seem to pronounce f-u-n-e-r-i-a-l.
& a jig saw carves its way around traps
I've laid inside my heart that keeps me from ever saying it.

posted by Hog 8:47 PM