March 4th, 2007 by Atomictumor
Spend days distracted
With music, movies, friends
The daily workload
Spend nights distracted
With the same simple pleasures
That buzz of your life
Things go by like that
You think “This is how it is,
This is my life now”
Watch the boys at play
With their boundless energy
Enthusiasm
And the days go by
And the nights go by as well
Sunday you clean up
As you work, you pause
And remember a soft word
Or a tender place
That one special thing
Brings everything back around
With tears in your eyes.
March 4th, 2007 at 12:12 pm
Dancing with Pigpen
To an Of Montreal song
Is great therapy
Except now he’s armed
And opening fire on
Invisible droids
It occurs to me
That I might have it backwards
And sadness distracts.
March 4th, 2007 at 1:19 pm
“And sadness distracts”
I think that truth is louder
Than we really know
You’re amazing. I love you and miss you.
March 4th, 2007 at 2:06 pm
Sundays are the best
When everything is perfect
Saddest when one’s missed
March 4th, 2007 at 9:17 pm
Sundays are tough, I’m not sure why.
March 4th, 2007 at 10:29 pm
Distraction dogs me
ADD just gets me down
Sadness is itself
March 4th, 2007 at 11:26 pm
Jason ri-ta-lin
you’ll start to feel better soon
just relax my man
March 5th, 2007 at 7:00 am
Some kind of empty
Silence of color before
First daffodils bloom
March 5th, 2007 at 9:23 am
been thinking about
the beauty, about where it
comes from, what it is.
moments, I see it:
knowing right action. which is
sometimes just to be.
March 5th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
“As you work, you pause
And remember a soft word
Or a tender place
That one special thing
Brings everything back around
With tears in your eyes.”
Struck a deep chord…beautiful prose!
March 5th, 2007 at 6:18 pm
hug.