Hey true believers,
The weekend was a blast! Friday at Sweetwater for salad and beer with the flower girl whose petals had wilted. (Yes I'm on another diet again!!) And then a trip to DC for some mad fun dancing to Sandra Collins and Paul Oakenfold. I felt like I was 18 again!!! Saturday morning BBQ'ed some chicken wings (I didn't warm up the sauce enough so it was okay. Oh yeah Corona marinade sux!) and rested a while. Then saw a panda bear with a broken heart and scoped out somethings at another bear's cave. And then got home and believed that I heard a voice calling me in the night. I woke up the sunday morning and a friend cooked a breakfast. I played with my sister's flowers for just a moment. Then I passed out on a chair during a summer rain and was enjoying cigarettes and beer. I guess I'm enjoying watching life pass me by.

A silly thought that I've heard in my head was that I'm losing it. But I'm not.

Growing up is hard to do. Another stupid quote from whoever thought that maturity was the best thing. Where's Peter Pan when you need him? Anyway, I miss being young and not caring for the BS that surrounds everyday. You know, bills, work, love life, family life, and all sorts of other responsibilities that we add to our huge burdening sack. It's coming to a point where I don't really care for a lot of those things. And it's hard to watch myself get older and my mind starting to get slower. And hoping that things pause just that more so I can enjoy watching the scenes roll by. Instead I'm seeing things going faster and my mind can't handle it. And I guess that's part of being old.

Heart sights - SooRo Kim

There's a cat outside meowing at the stars.
And a dog that's barking out who we are.
Do you think that I'm just a bird inside?
Am I pecking at a nest where I can hide?
I'm sleeping alone tonight without my baby.
And I'm seeing things that'll just maybe,
Make me believe.

The squirrel on the branch is looking up,
Asking me the silly question,"What's up?"
Do you think that I'm just another fox?
Hiding in hole when the reaper knocks.
I'm resting in a chair without my baby,
And I'm seeing things that'll just maybe,
Make me see.

Another dog barked at the squirrel in a tree,
The cat just meowed at the moon and believed,
That I'm just another silly creature at night,
Sitting in a chair making reflective moon light,
And I'm still waiting for my baby,
Cause then I'll believe that maybe,
It'll make me not need.