Heard that song on the radio, And it got my gears turnin' Like a real life time machine.
You were there in the front seat, Windows down we were burning, It was just like a movie scene, Those dashboard lights, And your pale blue eyes cutting through me.
I was going through my last download of OD and made it back to the Audrey files. If there was ever a reason to keep a journal it was, for me at least, all the feelings that come rushing back while reading my own words.
I've all but given up on finding anything close to a relationship in this life. Audrey was my last shot. My last love. It's okay, it is a point in everyone's life when you realize that nothing in the future can ever hold a candle to something in the past.
It is okay. It isn't something to obsess over. She was mine for a little while.
On other subjects.
The grass, she be a'growin'.
I'm going to have to mow my back yard soon.
Another day of incredibly black overcast (I typed that as "overcats" which I guess makes sense to my subconscious) with intermittent sunshine.
Swelling on the left ankle has gone down to the point where it is nothing more than a twinge if I walk wrong. Lucked out again.
If I were to ever put up a white board and keep track of lucky/not lucky I guess I have been pretty damned lucky. I could have broken my leg instead of just having a few days of pain.
I don't know how it is applicable, but as the saying goes "You Make Your Own Luck."
I'm in decent shape. Maybe that mitigates the possibility of breaking a leg if you walk down the stairs and step on a cat you aren't expecting and slip a couple of steps and twist an ankle.
Or maybe God has bigger plans for me.
By my own estimation I am now officially behind on submitting things for class. I was supposed to submit my rationale for a term paper by Sunday, but the prof didn't answer my questions.
I am not prostrate to the higher mind. I've lived, man. Not in academia, or even in the small world where academia thrives.
And yet those pale blue eyes cut through me.
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