The Happy Hobo.

Monday, October 24, 2011

10:26pm.

That lack of outlet,
With many a bees to buzz with,
But would rather not, buzz one,
For you keep secrets,
Too many a secret; uncountable and of memories.

And the thought of losing something you really never had.
That is the case
And there goes that Slow Hello.
I'd rather this be unended.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Forever lost.

The sad thing, it's overused, overlooked and complained for a bajillion times and done nothing, but complain to the world. This world will not wait for you, Upper. It will not care wait for you. You got to make that move. Excuses are bullshit, but I swim on them. Floating like a careless doe in a beautiful faux wonderland. And it doesn't feel good at all.

That zeal is (painfully) lost. Time is running out and it's so damn hard to get by its lead.

Even writing on this is no fun even. You've got no one to blame but you. Get your act together, Up. 

Friday, October 07, 2011

3:32am.

I really like reading people's thoughts at this dead of the night. Typing on one hand as the other is holding one juicy quarter pounder. Just had to try Mickey D's 24 hour delivery, it surely worked! Uh oh. No, I promised myself this will be the first and last.

Okay, moving on, been thinking too much lately, about that: moving on. Okay, because I've always been cryptic with all my posts, lemme add one to the bucket. Moving on is but a crap. Why is it so damn hard to just move on. You know that, when everything started with a blur, progressed (?) in a blur, and ended (God I hope not) in a blur. Crappydoo.

Another one, two deaths. One of which, Camille Pratts' hubby (I don't even know his name.) I don't know anything about him, but the fact that he died at 32 struck me. My God. It's like death can just happen to anyone--known, rich, poor, nobody, somebody, old, young. Whatever. I've said a couple of times that I do not fear death, and I'm eating my words now. I fear death. I fear lying on my hospital bed. I fear sad people flocking around me. No, I don't like that. And then this morning, I heard about Mr. Jobs' death. One visionary up in the iCloud. More than a genius, he's a life believer. And I admire him so.

(I just can't end this note. What a crappy post. Forgive me, blog.)