I'm sorry. I think we've lost touch.
It's my fault. It's always my fault. Don't be angry. It's not worth it. Just sit back in that...whatever it is you're sitting on...and think to yourself how much superior you are than me, and how you'd never lose touch with anybody you really cared about, unlike some...
Today I've decided that this sort of day, this today, is the kind of day that I don't mind. It's strange. Rain came down-- just a little-- every two hours or so for 12 hours, 30 minutes each time. I think I can say without any doubt that MidNorth-Mexican rain is the only rain that really means something, at least to me. Think about it. This rain traveled from a way-far-away distant lake/ocean/thing, crossing miles of waterless ground, through un-humid air, to land happily onto this dry ground I call my home. And then, there's the rain that goes 2 feet out of its way on the ports of Seattle. Which rain means more?
Mexican rain is real rain.
So hah.
There's a video I recently discovered from a friend, "Christy the Cool." It's kind of a long video...12 minutes long, or so. And it's just beautiful.
For me, it's simply what i want to be like when I'm old and shapeless. To be able to remember everything. Remember how I found the right girl who will build the foundation of our lives with me, brick by brick. And then keep building, surrounding myself by the ones i love, by my home, and by my life that is worth living. To remember how I lived that life, watching everyone fade away from me, even my wife. And in the end, be completely alone, those that I love dead and gone- simply me alive.
It will be in that time, fifty-sixty years from now, that i think i will need God most of all.
Anway...here's the video. ENJOY! ^_^
nice!
ReplyDeleteyou have such profound perspective.