More stuff...

feel free to skip past the self-indulgent writing stuff if it's not your thing. I have a feeling there may be more to come.

One moment in the future
I'll be looking up at something
I never knew that I could build
it'll shake the ground in my heart
to hear the sound of something
unveiling, I didn't know I could make

And in the meantime
it might be emptier than before
one room lit from sunlight
and than dark
but with my one room
and no one to hear me say it
I think that I'll be all right

Good song. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_9nIljBYTc

Important updates...

1) I found a cookie in my purse. The question is, do I eat it? It's a relatively "new" cookie and a relatively new purse.

2) You learn who your real friends are during :( times, and you learn who isn't. And who just likes drama, like they're auditioning for a reality show, except there aren't any cameras. Odd...

3) I played soccer last weekend, and I'm just glad I didn't get hurt. I've noticed quite a few people injuring themselves lately...that would really suck in NYC to have any injury that makes it hard to walk.

4) The Zumba class at the gym is really fun, except when they make you do all these raunchy moves...I just don't get that. I guess it's suppose to be "fun" but I always liked stuff like ballet and jazz and salsa, etc. I don't really get the whole "let's slap our asses and pretend that makes us feel empowered" or whatever that is suppose to be. Still, I'm overall a fan...just that one part I don't get.

5) I'm enjoying the benefits of the "break-up diet." The diet is simple. Break-up. There ya go. New figure.

6) I hate how difficult ISTP personality types are to spot. If anyone knows any, please sign them up for my post-rebound-date-me program. Thank you. Now accepting applications.

7) I already ate the cookie. Please ignore #1.

another one...

Vase

The strong, thin glass

of this clear, tall vase

gleamed as sunlight

reflected

which held water and

vibrant-colored bright flowers

orange and pink, fresh smelling

petals reaching out in

artistic directions

with a smooth, calm, surface

polished and perfect

reflecting light from the world

around it

now, it starts with a

small division, a line

drawn within the glass

due to a strong force

against it

a line travels like a route

on a map

as it shatters slowly

as thin-as-a-hair fractures

expand into tree branch

cuts

and the whole becomes

a series of stained-glass

style parts

without the strong glue

to maintain

structural integrity

as each fragment

falls from the form

like a bridge losing grip

and collapsing

sharp puzzle pieces

with razor edges

and white, clear dust

until there is no form

remaining

and it reflects no light

it holds no water

leaving flowers to fade

from thirst

it is a heap of sharp

shards

it is not a vase

it will never been one again

poem

Yellow light

That bright yellow light
hanging in the blank ink
darkness of the top of
the atmosphere
floating through the cold
universe
warming the cold endless
black sky
with yellow warmth

it just went out

now it's still, silent
just as it was before
but hidden behind the
bright yellow light
it seemed warmer
no time even for twilight
to ease into blackness
just dark

the stars aren't even bright
enough to be seen
in a sea of ink

You took this away
my bright light
now I can't have you
and I don't have anyone

it's your fault
you turned off the light

with no more yellow
glow hanging in the sky
nothing for me to look up at
to warm my cold skin
in the darkness of a universe

You pulled it from the sky
leaving me and the world dark
with nothing to replace it

Just in case...

So very recently there was a fire in the Lower East Side that took 4 hours for firefighters to put out, and I believe an old man on the top floor died. It got me thinking that I should probably decide what I'd take in case of a fire.

At my second apmt. here, there was a false alarm (which I believe I already blogged about), when smoke was billowing from the 2nd floor and a guy ran up the stairwell yelling "Fire! get out!" And I grabbed only my purse and ran out. (It ended up being a guy grilling -- which is illegal).

I remember my dad said maybe I should think of what I'd take if there was a fire, but I ignored it.

But yeah, that's a really good idea.

So I decided to get out those important papers, like social security card, birth certificate, and tax records and put them in a duffle bag along with my two small photo albums and a list of other things to grab in case of emergency (such as jewelry, glasses, check book, etc. -- but of course, who would actually remember this if you saw flames right? Still, couldn't hurt.)

I have this duffle bag sitting out empty any way, so it's not like it's that big of a deal to throw those items in there.

In other news, had a horrible break-up. But yeah, that happens sometimes. So onto nice summer weather.