A Day of Being Human

Or life and death.

Overcast during an old friend's funeral. Less than half the class showed, but more than expected.
Two wakes.
Carpool with a great friend.
A baby shower.
Then a celebration of aforementioned friend's birth.

I've been up for 20 hours.
Too tired for tortured metaphors

Update to mundane life

Still working, but with friends gone to lives afar and changed, it seems useless to be productive.

So, escaping to a land of fairy tales and industry, richer with history than my hills, in less than a month. I devoured a series of medieval fantasy. Wishing for seer dragons and a life of adventure.

Dreading the day of a classmate's memorial service, and a friend's (?) baby shower

That is a dreadful question mark.

Necessary.

And I keep hearing times are changing. I must be the old man wishing for a king to rise.

Dreams--slightly out of reach

Keep thinking of a well played game
worn out
tired from running
    and following rules
putting yourself on the line


The innominate "they" said things would be better
once we played the game
and won.
Ice cream or something.

Now there are scraps
and scrapes from learning it would have been better
watching from the sidelines.

I didn't even get a trophy.


All metaphors for life and games
and making it into someone else's entertainment
aside

Being a master means
to hope to one day
soon
be a manager
of a shift
at a store
in Kentucky
making food
for people who sat out
formed callouses instead of learning sentence structure

Maybe they were the smart ones

I was just duped

My friends were too. Embittered at 23. 

That's the new life. 

Happier

Let's try for something happier.
Good people
good times
and sleep.
That's all one can ask for sans the working two jobs
and trying to cut out expenses like food.

I will tell you anything straightforward
but it has to be deciphered by my head.

Things just happen to take this shape. I don't know if that matters.

I've been rocking out to Finnish cellists, a German chick, and angry Iowans.

Sometimes, I wonder if this is real life. Life seems to be getting more difficult, sleep seems to be forgotten more, and yet...
this isn't what I meant at all.
We will all fall to Prufrock.

I don't want to stop the elements, just to control them.