tommy emmanuel on wednesday hurray. If only my leave status next week wasn't so retarded, next week would be okay.

Hamburger blues

I remember a time when
burgers fitted my hands,
feeling all warm and snugly
in my palms, Remember
that sense of fullness and well-being,
when I'd swallow the last bite.

But as of lately,
the burgers have shrunk and
I now hold them gingerly
by the fingertips,
afraid of them crumbling.

A few bites and it's gone,
leaving me neither full nor hungry
enough for another
and I wonder,

are the hands bigger or
the burgers smaller?
But either way it barely matters,
for I still toss in bed at night,
cold, restless, dissatisfied,
thinking about how things used
to be.

A tragedy of growing up and marketing trends.

Time issues

Aside from attending a free (and dodgy) money making seminar with 8 to 5 Lum, bumming around at Derric's house and noodling around on my poorly maintained guitar in between, I spent my off days this week doing pretty much nothing else, just waiting to go back in again. There wasn't even enough time to do nothing.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity! - I hear Thoreau shout and perhaps it's time to find, or refine, my daily pursuits.

Be back out to try again in 24 hours.

UPDATE 10/10/08: epic fail.

Day I Found Myself

It was maybe mid morning as I walked along the beach. There was a light sea breeze wandering about in the salty air and the sun was warmer than I would've liked it. I strolled about aimlessly at the edge of the water, where the waves lapped at my bare feet and I'd feel the sand being washed away. Perhaps I was looking in the wrong place, I thought. But this was the beach. It had to be the beach.

I walked past people playing volleyball, you could see they weren't really good at it as they spent most of the time running off to pick the ball. Polite laughter as one of the giggly girls hit the ball out of the court again. Their everlasting summer, you could see it fading fast as one of the guys hurried to fetch the ball whilst the rest watched and waited restlessly.

I squinted my eyes as the sun emerged from behind a cloud, its reflection off the pearly sands nearly blinding me for a moment. The world had gotten much brighter now and it suddenly seemed like years since it had been this clear. I looked around to see if anyone else shared this revelation, but alas, all eyes were behind shades, their cool and straight faces showing no sign of notice. Oh well.

Moving on, I came across an empty dock, that is, empty except for a lone boy who was sitting in the morning sun, gazing out into the sea. You couldn't really tell what he was looking at, perhaps watching the ships roll in or the tides rolling away.The boards creaked as I strode along it and it seems he had been waiting for me, as he gestured shyly for me to join him.

I asked where he came from. He could only tell me that he had wandered very far, over land and sea until he'd found this place and decided to take a stop. Initially we talked of many things, fools and kings, but as the morning went on, it seemed that the words got in the way and soon our conversation became a silent one, with occasional whistling. Till the evening came, a fine day it was, just me and myself, sitting on the dock of the bay, wasting time.

an attempt at writing so that I can make song references.