Summer is at it's mid-way point and i'm a mixture of "shit I've had a lame summer" and "i'm sort of excited for school to kick up again". I'm certainly not a school-hater. I feel bad for those who are. As you are going to need to put in a certain amount of school ( 4+ years) to gain anything for it. So buckle up folks and enjoy the ride.
I need to run into the girl in red again. Last time I saw her there was something about her eyes. Her mannerisms had me thinking " she wanted to run into me".
She wanted to run into me and never thought she would again. I can feel her on that. There has been those times were someone you've worshipped from afar leaves that classroom never to return again. Chances people..we take chances. And they can be scary chances..but i've rambled enough about that on here.
Take risks. Cliche advice. But do it. Regret is a worse feeling than anything because well..you fucked up and there's no changing that. You can apply a different formula to the future of course. But that single moment is gone. Depressing I know. So go for it. Don't find yourself in positions that I have.
So perhaps I see the girl in red or perhaps I don't. But the key is the red jacket. It gave me something to remember. I remember the red jacket and then her face.
And on to something completely different.
The city has been abuzz with an unfortunate circumstance which happened the other day. Police responded to a well-being call early in the morning in one of winnipegs wealtheir suburbs. In the house two infants were found unresponsive in a bathtub. They had (apparently) been drowned. The mother? Nowhere to be found. That is, until today, when she was found floating in the red river. I paid close attention to the responses to this tragedy. The mother is accused of drowning the children and then ending her own life. People seem to be torn between understanding and respecting mental ilness and anger towards the unecessary deaths of two infants. "They had so much life ahead of them" Indeed they did. And that, plus the mothers death, is a shame. Others went over the deep-end and decided the right course of action was to threaten the mother and talk big about how we should "crack down on these nutcases".
A lot of tough talk. I'm having nothing of it. It amazes me how hard people find it to put themselves in another pair of shoes. Imagine if something like that happened in our family. We would want complete privacy and the laast thing we'd want is for people to go postal on a situation they know nothing about.
But hey, I couldn't help but wish the mother killed herself before killing her kids.
And that's just being truthful.
Anyways, i've been writing. Attempting to find a voice one day, and find a voice entirely different another. I know I have a writing style. Which is more like freehand poetry. No rules and no boundaries. But lately i've been entering the world of structured poetry. Haiku's and stuff like that. Been reading more. Just finished patricia cornwell's novel Trace and moved on to Fredrick Forsthys The Odessa File. Just been geeking out lately. Also been playing a tactical war shooter called Operation Flashpoint..a classic. A fucking hard game..but a classic. I just figured out how to use the map. And now if I could just figure out how to direct my men. Anyways, fuck a style. That's what I meant to say right after the third sentence of this paragraph.
Some photos! And I'll shut up now. Writing to come. Be on the lookout.
peace & love
No comments:
Post a Comment