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Busy

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on April 4, 2008

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More punk rock lyrics. These fit with the “To my friends: I’ll be there for you…” theme.

”
When all the old consoling places
Lose their charm and change their faces
The world becomes too cruel to bear
And something in you starts to tear

When nothing seems to be quite worth it
And sleep becomes the only sure thing
I’m here to help you out of it
Come and see me for a lift

We’re all close to the end
Don’t you need a friend?
Honor your allegiances

Everyone is drowning in sand
Couldn’t you use a hand?
Please don’t make me guess

When changes make the world a stranger
No one calls and your life’s in danger
If the money’s gone without a trace
And you’re longing for a familiar face

Cars collide and people die
You begin to shake ’til you start to cry
If disasters only multiply
My door is open; drop on by

We’re all close to the end
Don’t you need a friend?
Honor your allegiances

Everyone is drowning in sand
Couldn’t you use a hand?
Please don’t make me guess

Sad again, you’re sad again
Hey, you’re breaking down
Sad again, you’re sad again
Your eyes betray your new smile

When keeping up is killing you
And you need a ruling without a clue
When being cool means being dead
And your better thoughts are better left unsaid

If you’re sad to see your gun’s unloaded
Tried to drown but you only floated
If the world is only getting colder
I’d like to offer you a dry shoulder

We’re all close to the end
Don’t you need a friend?
Honor your allegiances

Everyone is drowning in sand
Couldn’t you use a hand!
Please don’t make a guess

Sad again, you’re sad again
Hey, you’re breaking down
Sad again, you’re sad again
Your eyes betray your new smile

Whoa!
”

– Jawbreaker - Unfun - Busy

Blazers vs Wizards

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Wyatt

on March 25, 2008

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I just got home from yet another Blazers game. Philip M got free tickets through work again. I met some of his coworkers, and there might even be a job opportunity that comes out of this. Cool.

This time we watched from a “sky box.” You can’t see the individual players and moves as well, but it’s a great vantage point to keep an eye on the whole game. It was a fairly uninteresting game, but it was a fun experience.

A dark & blurry view of the proceedings.

Philip and I spent most of the time chatting about relationships and love and meeting new people and what not. That was good. Very therapeutic, although we didn’t arrive at any definite answers to the harder questions/issues.

A semi-interesting photo of the view above our heads. It took me a while to notice this.

I rode the MAX across the river and then walked about two miles home in the rain. My outer garments were wet, but I stayed warm (layers, yo!). I love walking home in the rain at night. There’s no better time to think and feel.

“I wasn’t offered the chance to say good bye… Good bye.”

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Wyatt

on March 25, 2008

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This a “brain dump” reponse reaction to this post. Subject to revision.

do we have to say good bye?
if so, why?
do we have to fill that hole and/or work around it?
if so, why?
instead of moving on, why can’t we move forward?

“falling forward to the end…”

this (moving forward) doesn’t create a definition
we don’t have to move forward as lovers
not even as “friends”
but just as intuitive beings connected in some way
that connection can be light and tentative
it can be anything you or i want it to be
without pressure

maybe i’m just dense, but…

i can’t see why we need to crack and divide
i can see why we need time and space
on a daily basis, we all need time and space
and sometimes for longer
i can see why we needed to change our connection
but what is the point of a permanent detachment?
why does it have to be a binary choice?
one or the other
why can’t we achieve many things in this?
why can’t we do many things?

what is it?
pain?
nothing more we can achieve?
we’re not strong enough?
we’ll fall into the old patterns?
i’m being sincere
these aren’t rhetorical questions
i truly don’t understand

it’s true that something cracked open that night
something
i can’t explain
something
is different
while many things are still the same
i haven’t lost myself
(do you trust what i am?)
i know who i am, what i care about
i know what i want in this life (in a general sense)
though i don’t always know how to achieve it
(and, as usual, i’m open to growth, refinement, help)

i have been grieving these last three months
i have fallen so far and so hard… so deep
i have been affected to an extent that i would have never thought possible

i reveled in accepted this
grief, pain
i contemplated it, tried to understand it
i tried to explain it to my mother
it’s not wrong to feel this way
i’m not going to distract myself
i’m not afraid to cry (and cry and cry and…)
it’s not wrong to feel this devastation
i’m not going to hide my scars
i’m not going to turn away
and i can’t just wish it away

though every day i ask myself why i can’t
where is my self control?
who runs this life?
“no one runs this life!”

why does the situation need to be a tragedy?
it has some tragic aspects
but that’s just like almost everything in this life

“Someone’s got to tell me, do you see? That everything around you has a hidden tragedy?

you are not a hole in my life
the space you left is not an Emptiness
it’s not a vacuum sucking me in
in fact, i can’t explain it at all
this love, feeling, sadness, memories, all that we shared
i accept it, though
i believe

i don’t look to you to fill something
i don’t want you to complete me
i’m not looking to someone else for this either

we are always blended up with life and other people
how do you un-blend from life and other people?
why would you want to?
i mean that–maybe there are good reasons to
how would you do it?

i wish at least that if we are saying good bye permanently that we could do it on different, “better” terms. if this situation is a tragedy, it’s partly because of our parting. i know i can carry on with all of this unresolved feeling, but why should we do that? i accept that there may be a purpose, but i don’t know what it is.

“face that path alone and begin again…”

Wyatt Baldwin