The Monarch’s are Here!

I think of the old days and my Bekah is always on my mind. 14 years. It’s been a year since she left. Movement’s like waves. She doesn’t live here anymore. Time is an ocean. Love her. Life. Oh well. Lots has changed. Some better and some worse.

Is living death in slow motion. Yes it is. People age in a way like a good wine or they go skunk like a bad beer. I’m writing that down and those are my words and they are fucking true. 😂. Getting old feels like loosing control and I don’t like it.

We are pretty much always alone, correct. The love I’ve had wasn’t ever taken for granted. Really though, we are on our own. Companionship might not be so much part of the human nature other than breeding. We lack a form. We are beast of confusion. Can’t live alone yet not with someone. Walking alone is hard. It’s also hard with someone.

There is someone on the campus I like. I am afraid. I guess you do what you do. Moving on. A heart beating, it fully keeps going. I’m willing to go through that door. Open.

Surrounded by the night. Sleep eludes me. Punch me in the face. I need a magic cape.

After such poetic prose let me get natural.

Happy Birthday Hazel!!!

Friday the week finally found it’s end. Because our campus Admissions program botched a tour for Yvette’s daughter, I was able to get in contact with my connections in the nursing department for a private tour. At 3 o’clock we met at HHS. The tour was spectacular. It was almost like it was staged. 40 min later a young lady was excited. I couldn’t have been happier to have helped. I was pretty much sold on the nursing program. It was very detailed. I made an impact on a child’s future decision. Just the light on her face made me smile.

That was it for the week. I went and got drinks and dinner with Mystery Girl # 5 and went home to rest. Cheers!!!