Only a few more days. Only a few. Then I can be free of this place. Really, I can't say I hate it here anymore. But, I still feel out of place. Soon, I suppose I won't have to. I only wish I could have allowed myself to blend into the weave more than I did. That can't be fixed now, but I think I'm okay with that.
I'll be home soon.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
sunday, bloody sunday.
Okay, okay. So, I've this stupid metaphor, simile, however I phrase it, stuck in my head for nearly a week. And, you lucky people who read it, I'm sorry. Haha. Just needed to get it down somewhere.
Sunday is a religious day, yes? Easter. Jesus died, was buried, and resurrected. While I don't know if I can consider myself a Christian anymore, I know the story (as most of you probably do, as well). In any case, I was sitting around considering this whole... saga, I suppose. And I realized that Sunday bears an entirely different sort of resurrection in my life. Sunday heralds the return of someone I hope to never see again. Only seems fitting that he, of all the "dead" in my life, would rise up from the metaphorical dead on a religious holiday. Oh, the irony. (I bet most of you have no idea what or who I am talking about. Sorry about that.)
This is one resurrection I'd rather never see.
Sunday is a religious day, yes? Easter. Jesus died, was buried, and resurrected. While I don't know if I can consider myself a Christian anymore, I know the story (as most of you probably do, as well). In any case, I was sitting around considering this whole... saga, I suppose. And I realized that Sunday bears an entirely different sort of resurrection in my life. Sunday heralds the return of someone I hope to never see again. Only seems fitting that he, of all the "dead" in my life, would rise up from the metaphorical dead on a religious holiday. Oh, the irony. (I bet most of you have no idea what or who I am talking about. Sorry about that.)
This is one resurrection I'd rather never see.
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