I am free, I am tragic, I am alive and terribly morbid.

Thou art tedious, Hypocrites
O god of all modern men!
From thou winged wisdom flees--
And fair Patience is streched thin!

I've been feeling rather poetic lately, maybe its just because I've immersed myself in it. I guess I have just been needing a feeling, not words of comfort or words of wisdom, just the feeling that I am understood. Enter poetry. The perfect albeit lonely companion.

I think those opening lines will be the begining of my first ever epic poem. I've never tried to write anything like that before, but I do rather like what I came up with there.

Today has been a crap day really. Really crap. I wont go into detail, I am much to kindhearted for that, but suffice it to say that I spent a great deal of today staring blankly out of the big picture window watching the fiery leaves fall while secretely fantacising about throwing myself off of very high bridges (ah--rush of air--so alive--tearing through my lungs--ripping through my hair--ice on my skin--the sky above so blue--mirrored by the shallow water below--I am free--I am tragic--I am amazing--splash! crunch!--I am alive and terribly morbid!) and popping the remnant of the bubble wrap that was from the first box Jaymin sent me. Yes. One of those days.

We did get the curtains up. Yes. It gives the livingroom the feel of a hotel really. Im not quite sure I like them, but at least they keep whatever strange people that might be meandering by in the middle of nowhere from peering into our windows and watching us do such fascinating things as watch movies, practice the Soulja Boy dance or pick our noses. So, one thing accomplished.

Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day. Lets hope for a good one, shall we?