The Cruelty of Men is Little to the Cruelty of Our Hearts

It's an odd feeling that I have, a comfortable kind of being. Something I'm not quite certain I've ever experienced before...though I find myself enjoying it. These days I find myself wondering how much time I've wasted in my life, how many moments have I missed because I was too afraid. I'm finding that I need to start letting go of the anxiety and everything I've held in for so long. Just let it uncurl my fingers and fall to the ground, something forgotten, something ended.

  

They pulled your body from

          the wreckage.

With cracks and creaks and

   swollen eyes.

        They turned your face toward

 our sky.

   With bruises and whispers and

                   hushed forgiveness.

       They covered you in a too

  white blanket.

      With care and ease and

disregard.

  Another body on the side

                            of an empty road.

Another soul lost to the cruelty

                of men.

A Moment in the Night

Well Grad has come and gone in our little town and it was an amazing night. Not only did all of the graduates look amazing, I had a more than awesome night! For so long I've worried about what I need to do with my life and what I need to start saving for, I think I need to just stop worrying and let it happen like it does. I've set up an account just for tattoo money so I think right now I'll just worry about what I'll be getting. That sounds weird, but at least then I'll have something to plan towards that isn't going to stress me out an incredible amount. I'm pretty pleased with the way my life is going at the moment, I've finally found a real job and met some amazing people. Any who, here's a little literature...


   There was this inane expectation that he would act his age, be young and foolish, quick to judge and quick to leave. But when darkness and the sting of alcohol sunk in it seemed to create a space for us to close. A moment when the shyness was put away in a torn pocket and the bravery kept within us leapt forward. It might have changed everything that night. It just might have turned the world upside down. And there's a hope that it will stay upside down for a moment longer.

Star Filled Summer

Well I officialy have a job and it's awesome! I'm working at the local library and it's even better than I initally imagined it would be. I'm currently planning a week full of activities for summer camp focusing on magic, so as you can imagine I chose Harry Potter and all of its splendor. I can't wait for kids to be able to make their own wands and potions out of everything. I've been pretty slow with my writing at the moment because I'm trying to work out how my summer will be going and what I'll be doing. But for now here's a little bit :)

And as the stars fill the night and the beauty of such a place surrounds us. There is nothing to do, but this. Wrapped in each other’s arms, the cold barrel of a gun pressed to our lips. The only question being, who is braver? Who can pull the trigger? And as the moon rises high, a sigh, and a shot. Bang.

Restrain the Racing Gene

Racing went quite well this weekend and after much discussion with my brother I have decided that I will soon be joining the racing world. Scary but exciting I must say! The camping was a little rough, but it always is when you're in rural B.C. Sadly there were no showers like there are at the racing track in Kamloops, mind you though, Kamloops is a much larger track and will soon be hosting Amatuer Nationals. Well enough about racing and all the exciting no shower related moments, here's a little writing.

That look crossed his face again. Staining what I had become so accustomed to, and no matter how hard I pushed the lines wouldn’t leave his face. My fingers tugged and pulled, stretching at the skin with no avail. The lines remained, marring a perfect image. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault though; I was the reason for these lines of deep seated concern. I was the reason he barely slept, I was the reason he stopped eating. I was the reason he forgot who he was.