Wednesday, March 30, 2005

I Never Sleep


Image hosted by Photobucket.com Oh God, there's a shoe on the table.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Sweetness

My morning came at five because Maggie, my boss, asked if I would go with her and drive the 12 hours with her to drop her son off with his dad and back. I told her I would.

Getting up there was fine. I switched out the DVD's for Alex to watch and went into the rest-stop to change him. When we finally got to their meeting place and her ex showed up, she wouldn't look at him. She opened up Alex's suit case and put his pillow in it and zipped it back up. She told The Ex only what she had to and gave Alex a hug. Alex held on to her and wouldn't let go. He buried his face into her jacket and proceeded to yell "No!" (This was his third time to visit with his dad. He'll be back in a week.) He gave me a hug and then his dad pulled him away. We got in the car and Maggie cried. "And what gets me the most is that the asshole didn't even want him."

I didn't know how to comfort her. Or if she wanted it.


---The weekend wasn't really a weekend. I think that Friday spilled on to Saturday, so I'm still waiting for my weekend to come around.---

Friday, March 25, 2005

I wish I could fly on the wings of the wind
Far away from this sort of life.
I wish I could soar through the clouds
Like Icarus on his daring escape.
But how will I keep my wings from melting?

I will make my wings out of pen and paper,
Careful to imitate those made by the Creator.
I will make my wings with much imagination
And people will look at them with wonder at my creation.

I wish I could fly, not like a bird, but like a breeze.
I want to flutter much, much closer to destiny.
I wish I had the wings of a beautiful Pegasus,
Wings of wonder, wings of grace, wings of strength.
I want to have wings as colorful as a butterfly's,
But how will I keep my wings from tearing?

I will make my wings out of love and admiration
And keep them close to my heart with little complication.
I will make my wings out of canvas and paint.
They will be glorious, magnificent, and great.

I wish I could fly on the wings of the wind
Far, far away from this kind of life.