Quoting the Headless Horseman

"This end have I reached before. What new adventure... lies in store?"

Two Days Poem

So cold is the night, and so is the morning
my feet are numb, my hands swollen
Freezing chills and sub-climate woes
are what's to come for my life and soul

Please, oh, please, get me out of this
it's my fault I'm here, I acknowledge
that a time like this only arrives
when one is ill-prepared for such ire

So Close is the Future

Four is wonderful. Twenty-nine is better. And getting a chance to play things and work on other things is wonderful. But that won't be a story to be told until next month.

And that is because my future holds something interesting for me. It might be interesting for you as well. (Well, let's face it: not really.) We'll see what that is later.

What Is This

So, today's the last Sunday of the month. That's a good and bad thing - it marks the beginning of the end. There's an era that's beginning soon - and I'll be damned if anyone makes things weird for me.

Yes, this appears to be cryptic. It is. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. But in due time, I think something will come.

A Weekend Cut Short

Time for the weekend. And that means I work. Whoo?

Some Kind of Trauma

Today's not looking too hot. I have to be honest with you on that. Hell, this entire month hasn't looked all that hot. I'm sure y'all have realized this by now.

And now... now it gets even worse. But we'll see what the weekend brings and what the end of the month shall grant me.

And as I speak in metaphors, I know that life is trying to interpret it all.

New Journies

A journey must be made to someplace new in order to live - not survive.

Lametober

This month has been one rather lame one in terms of blog content quality. Sadly, there's nothing I can really do to change that. What's done is done, and I'm stuck knowing that this October wasn't as epic as last year's.

Not like it matters anyway - I haven't really been at 100% all month. However, I'm sure that by the start of next month, it'll pick up and become better. The blog, I mean.

Well, we'll see, won't we?

As Eternal Darkness Rose

This morose shroud of the night
Was scattered throughout the air.
Around, the lights shone brightly,
But for him he did not care.

He simply trods down the road,
Indiff’rent his path would be.
Expressionless his face was,
Walking uncontrollably.

A fruitless search he began,
Yet surrender? No, he’d fight.
He resumed his noble quest:
The search for the hope and light.

Throughout that time the city
Broadcast glamour and appeal,
But these illuminations
Were without a doubt unreal.

Wait, hold on! It’s just midnight –
Far too early in the morn’!
The darkness still envelops;
The dawn has yet to be born.

Hours and hours later
And sunrise he’s yet to meet.
Darkness would claim victory
And with waiting came defeat.

But soft! what is a-stirring
From the horizon afar?
He’d remember this moment
When the light shone without bar.

The melancholy he faced,
This sickening depression –
It would all be washed away
And end his oppression.

But good things come to an end
As daylight’s hours went past.
The forecast made was crystal:
Skies of darkness overcast.

His waits would be forever
And with joyous thoughts he knows:
Hell spawned these glam’rous façades
As eternal darkness rose.

I've Had Enough of These Games

And since today is Monday, that means I'm not dedicating that time to this. All because I suddenly was given the day off and I didn't really know what to do with myself (apart from saving gas, because let's face it: gas is expensive).

Tomorrow for sure. May the Lords of Kobol strike me down (via Galactica and the Adama maneuver) if I fail to do so.

Besides, I really need to get out of this funk. BADLY.