Love, I Get So Lost Sometimes
In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches…
This was a good week… not a whole lot happened, except for cold and snow! It inspired me to write a poem. That’s basically the only worthwhile thing to note from Monday to Friday! Haha. Except Lost. Lost came back!! (Sadly, I got a pang of sentimental emotion when the episode started. “Kate! Locke! I haven’t seen you guys in so long!”)
Today I made a video with my friend in Germany but it’s going to take some editing together (as can be expected!), so you’ll just have to wait a bit. There, there, patience is a virtue. After that I went to the Chinook Starbucks with Justin and Mike to review Justin’s book (well, the first one, anyways). I hope he gets it published one day; I think that’d be pretty cool. He did this thing where you can send a word document to a printer and they’ll print and bind it in book-form for pretty cheap and ship it to you. It really makes me want to write something now, just so I can do that! Also I may be illustrating a cover for Jay’s book but something big in me doubts that I’ll be able to draw something good enough to be used for real. I bet he’ll end up commissioning someone who, I dunno, actually went to art school! But that’s okay.
Anyway, yeah, it’s super cold. I was thinking that at the bus stop every day this week. Cold. Brrr. I wrote this.
Flourish
Mascara is a vain undertaking,
When the sky above is flaking.
Moments pass, it’s fine until,
She steps into the bitter chill.
Snowflakes melt on dark eyelashes,
After all the desperate dashes.
On the bus she looks a bit like,
She might be on a hunger strike.
Shrouded circles line her eyes,
Proof of make-up’s grim demise,
Proof of winter’s full reprise,
Tis the season, she’ll surmise.
When some things are in a soft hush,
Others are in spirited sugar-rush.
Snowfalls themselves convalesce—
Winter’s flourish has no regress.
She loves the sheen, she must admit,
Though pleas for spring she’ll resubmit.
It seems winter misunderstood,
As, somehow, she knew it would.
Now in the dawn, in the jellyfish sky,
Mercury falls in the blink of an eye.
So hold the haunt, and vive le vent,
Since winter’s the new commandant.
Well, that’s the poem. Yep! Tomorrow I’m going to ding 50 and be awesome. Oh, and Riley is performing in Lethbridge in March, at my grandparents’ church. I want to go so bad! I could meet him! That would be amazing. I’d restrain myself from telling him that I wanted to marry him basically all throughout Jr. High. Yeah, that might be a bit creepy.
“I’m glad common sense finally caught up to me. For years of my childhood, it was running about two miles behind me, yelling, ‘Wait! Come back; I have something very important to tell you!'” — Justin
