Thursday, August 21, 2008

oh

Home home home hom hom om om om om om om om om om?

This is a thoroughly thistle filled thirst inducing Thursday. It is Thursday, right? Today I'm losing track and touch and mind, and ironically the fog has lifted over my half of the city, letting a miraculous light into my apartment... where I sit with clouds and confusion pouring out my eyes. I can't see a darned thing in this thick weather!

I've got an uncle with a brain tumor in Minnesota, a friend who just passed away in a car accident in Michigan, and a new job to wrestle in California.

Am I supposed to see something that I'm not? Is there an enlightening vision I've missed the memo on? What the heck? I thought home was supposed to be with me everywhere and everytime. I thought once I was reborn that things would get easier, and I would feel ingrained in my west-coast environment despite long distance parents and siblings and ancient friendships. "Home" is HERE! That's what I thought! That's what I've been preaching with my insides out! But this is a thistling Thursday that's thieved my heart and throbs thrashingly in its place, leaving me to think so thoughtlessly: Oh Thursday, why did you cut my ties to the big picture so I would feel so far away and vulnerable? Disconnected and utterly alone? Cuz, ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm completely aware of the thousands of miles between my feet and my family, and it sucks. Thanks a lot Thursday. You're nowhere near Home.

But it IS a wake up call. I'm up when I want to be down. And today, this is what life is all about, and all I can preach is, "Oh."

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