Thursday, July 31, 2014

Letter to You, Love

Dear You,

So many little things stayed with me after you left. You, a single, solid man, must be missing pieces of yourself because I have them in my pockets, in my heart, on my walls. Do you not realize they are gone? Perhaps you don't know.

You showed me the lights around the windows of shops and told me what they were for, and now anytime I drive by one, your story plays out in my mind all over again, like a movie reel… I remember your words, and just being there in the car with you as you told me. I had never noticed them before.

The little fragments float around in everything that I do, landing on me at the most inopportune moments just like dust particles land, and cling to an object, sometimes undetectable until enough of them collect together and force you to clean them off. However, I can't clean these away… they're part of me now.

A scent, sensation, the ringing of that little laugh of yours--not the one you used as your 'public laugh', no… the one that nobody was supposed to know about, but it escaped in pure moments when something was truly funny to you, your organic and involuntary giggle. I like to think that I was responsible for at least a few of those.

It makes me smile to remember.

I think of things I did with you, and for you, and I kind of fantasize that you were merely afraid because it scared you that someone could be so good to you, and that you just feared falling too hard, so you left trying to save yourself, or feared that I would hurt YOU somehow,  not that I never meant anything to you at all. That thought is much too painful.

Yes, at the heart of this love letter, I just want to say I don't care which is true, I will still always love you. No matter where you go, who you are with or what you're doing, you'll still be onstage in my heart. You are, after all, a star.


Thursday, July 24, 2014

Another Thirsty Thursday

The week has passed off rather quickly, and I'm kind of proud of myself for writing two days in a row. That's not too bad for me as of late... I'm actually trying to get it in gear.

So I don't really know who's reading and who's not reading these days, I know blogging has kind of faded out for a lot of my original blog family at least, even though it appears that many other people around the world are still active and hard at the writing and blogging. I wish we all were still doing more writing on the blogs. When I first discovered blogging, I had such a ball sharing stories, writing, putting my thoughts out there. Writing really relaxes and helps us too, in my opinion. I guess a lot has happened to us all.

So, if anyone is reading this, whether you know me or not, take the time to give me a shout out in the comments below and say HELLO. I love making new connections, as well as hearing from the old. If you do choose to speak up, tell me a little about yourself, your life and if you have a blog, feel free to share the link to it with me.

The weekend is near, and I'm not sure what that holds for me but hopefully it will be something noteworthy, and maybe I can share it. More stories, thoughts and fun to come.


Just Me, Jax

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Getting Busy

Oh yeah, on a quick side note, I'm giving it a real effort to get back into my writing and painting. Wish me luck, and come read me often... if you feel like it.  Check out my burnt popcorn story below. Later dudes.

From the Bowels of Hell

It's Wednesday morning, a little bit past 8:00 a.m. Ok, so it's closer to 8:30 a.m., since I hit snooze one too many times, and I had to stop off at a nearby drive-thru Subway for my 3" Flatbread with Ham/Egg/Cheese and my large Unsweetened Iced Tea. I can't function without something to start my day. 

Nevertheless, as I swipe my security badge in the card-thingy-swiper, and open the door, the evil, dark-overlord, putrid and demonic stench of burned popcorn fills my olfactory system like a stray, desperate, homeless demon looking for a host body.

Instantly, I grimace... "For the love of all things Holy and Clean, who would even eat popcorn at 8 in the morning?!" I exclaim.
Nobody will admit to the dirty deed.

We continue to complain, and make up jokes and songs about bad popcorn and burning things in the microwave until well near lunchtime, as we realize that the stench still lives on, proudly irritating my sinuses, and making us all feel a bit nauseous. It's as if someone's been cremated. How can it last this long? Madness.

Oh yeah, and it's also Hump Day... as if that's going to make any difference in my day.

Hope all is well with you lot... and why am I acting British? =)