Anywho, early this week I bought my plane ticket. I'll be coming home for Christmas, and staying until January 4th... Not long enough, but better than nothing. Unfortunately, due to some regulations regarding leave, that's about the best I can do for now.
For some reason, I feel like this is a good week to write about with the one thing that connects me to home more than all others: my music. It's strange-- I've watched as friend and after friend "grow out" of their music, but the older I get, more attached I become to the bands and songs I "worshiped" in high-school. Right now, as I prepare mentally for another week of hard work, I'm sipping from a glass of chlled Chardonny, writing, and listening to dredg's "The Pariah, the Parot, and the Delusion."
Another day, another rut
Along the highway faults
We sat and watched him,
The saddened watchman
He's all Alone.
We're drawn together by accident.
We'll be forever with these words
and melodies will guide us through this speck in time.
We're trying to get the missed attempts.
We are forever with these words and
Memories they'll guide us through this night.
We're getting older, older, older.
But it's not over, over
Cause this all, all you'll ever get
Don't forget that, don't forget that, don't forget
Cause this all, all you'll ever get
Don't forget that, it's your one and only chance.
Anyway, came across some poems I really liked this week. I really like stuff that originates from the folk-oral tradition. Here's one of 'em:
悲歌可以當泣，遠望可以當歸。
思念故鄉，鬱鬱纍纍。
欲歸家無人，欲渡河無船。
心思不能言，腸中車輪轉
A sad song might take the place of tears,
A look toward the distance might take the place of home,
Wishes to return to my old village
Are piling up higher and higher.
I'd go home, but no one's there.
I'd cross the river, but there's no boat.
The feelings in my heart can't be expressed,
The wheels of my cart turn round and round...
From today's trip to the island:
such a pretty view!! I'm so jealous you get all these pretty views and I don't :(
ReplyDelete-Casey