Unit Black Flight - Tragedy on the 4th floor

Maybe one day in I can look back and say, "yeah, those were the fat days."

I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I couldn't start it,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me nervous,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.


I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it's early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something's, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.


The worst is all the lovely weather,
I'm stunned, it's not raining.
The coffee isn't even bitter,
Because, what's the difference?
There's all the work that needs to be done,
It's late, for revision.
There's all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.


And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that's the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You're smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn't be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?


When someone great is gone.
We're safe, for the moment.
Saved, For the moment.

"That's life for you," said McDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more." - R. Bradbury, The Fog Horn





M.Weaver

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Getting inebriated with you may have proved to be a bad decision.

Someone is going to find out.

The other day a friend complained how hard it was to write a paper, it being her first academic paper in years, she was merely expressing how difficult it was with things like procrastination and text citing that were obstructing production. I said I'd help if she needed it, but after saying it I realized wtf, how did I even graduate?



Seriously, an undergrad degree in Psychology, how? When I'm reviewing/editing my resume, applying for degree related jobs, when people question my education and what I finished with I feel like a complete fraud. I don't even think I've retained any real information from the years I've been in university. I should be proud to say that I did it, sure I am, but it still baffles me how I actually accomplished it. Accomplished - overrated. Half way in I decided that, really..I hate people (to some extent). So on that note, dear friend I cannot help you with your paper, I suck.

Love affair?