Maybe I'm just tired these days, but I just want to hang out and not even need to talk. It feels weird because you're supposed to talk when you hang out with another person, but I just want to listen and enjoy their company.

Strange.

New York City is freaking awesome. I got to see The Color Purple, Rent, The Pirate Queen, and Tarzan. And I rode the subways, and saw all kinds of cool stuff.

Then I came back, had a day off, then started working on Saturday, June 3. I haven't had a day off yet, but that just means I'm going to be making some awesome checks soon. Six Flags is alright, I don't really see the park or the guests because I work as a technician in Zaragoza Theatre. Our show opens later today, actually. Xcelleration! Didn't know how much work went into a professional production until now. But I really really like it. High School, you've already been replaced. :P

last piece kind of fizzled. Two school days left. Sprained my wrist. ouch.

Here's a new piece that probably isn't very good, but, eh.

A drunken fool
Such a young man
Stirring a stew in the dark

Have the contents spoiled?
Can the stew be saved?

Why does he jealously hoard
What was never his to hold?

Experiment

I will now begin an experiment. I will attempt to write a poem two lines at a time. It will end when one of two things happens:

1. I decide the poem is complete
2. I decide the poem is not turning out well.

BEGIN.

Electric lines run from my fingertips
They've all been severed but this one thin line
That runs down into my heart
Via elbow joint and then the shoulder
Jolts of electricity course through my chest
Alternating heat and cold wear me thin
Is it better to tolerate say 'same is good'
Or tear this last line and rise above the pain
The abscence in my chest would ache
As my mind replayed the moments