sunday
Posted November 7, 2009
imminent.
eighteen. i'm a little old. i started the day with soy bean milk and a visit to a kindergarten playgroup. damn. my birthday was remarkable, probably one of the best i've had so far. so blessed. i could wax lyrical (more on that later) for pages, and yet. not describe fully the reality and the joy experienced. language is like that. received four cards, from four special groups of people, each card the embodiment of the times shared. their scribbles, doodles, well wishes; all have the same underlying idea.
anyhow, i have many things that i want to do after a's. i'm looking forward to the end, fifteen days from now. it's the start, of something new. and the rap lyrics, they keep coming.
i also need to cut my hair.
these days i spend with you - i'll keep them safe, guard them with my heart, and never let them go, because these memories are just memories - they can never be relived.
