last night.

like a light
put out
you tell me to dispose of safety
as if it's an object i hold freely
this is no game
when we only remember what we're owed
and not what we have to give
some crosses are incomplete
what we see from a higher plane
is only the hole we dig for ourselves
later to enjoy

... i don't know what happened.

I sprained my ankle. It was good to me for a long time now after many disappointments, but hopefully it's not that bad. I couldn't do a lot of things when I sprained it last, and it was weak for a year or longer. I guess you can only be so careful.

Each week it seems like my schedule gets less regular. I can dig it, most of the time. I don't feel much like adjusting right now though. Whatever.

I feel like a lot of the responsibility I've been lucky enough to avoid has caught up with me. Time to put in more work... yet somehow it seems I come away with less.

more than i can say

commence post grad life 2006.

I guess you could say it's a major change, but the signs are more obvious and the realities more subtle. It's growing up, growing old, growing together, and sometimes growing apart. Man, it makes me feel like I'm not doing anything fast enough.

Who am I to rush things though?

through the fire

Too much is going on to capture in so few words, so for now I can only reflect. For this light is not mine.

shine your light