Thursday, March 29, 2007
Is it time?
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Surrounded with darkness, void of any life, a blank canvas longed to live.
Believing, keeping the faith, it patiently waited, knowing its creator would eventually come.
When all others held onto nothing but doubt, it believed.
The eyes of this canvas searched the darkness day after day, until the day came, a small but undeniable flicker of light broke through the stillness.
First one flicker, then another, the light became brighter and brighter, the canvas was no longer blank. Words, thoughts, desires, hopes filled the pages that once was barren of life.
Words had given it a heartbeat, words from its creator had given it breath, words from its creator had given it life. It rejoiced from the love and warmth from its creator, the same way a hard cock welcomes the love and warmth of a lover's mouth. The blank canvas was his to do as he wished.
You, my creator, my lover, came to me sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the brightness of the midday, there were even times when you came to me in the dead of night, I always welcomed the touch of the keyboard, knowing you were there. Your breath was my breath, your heartbeat my heartbeat.
But. . .
I have been told by the lack of visitors, I have been told by the lack of comments, that something is happening. I cannot allow myself to believe what I fear the most. The thoughts beat at the door of my weakening heartbeat, that perhaps I will soon be no longer. Days pass and there is nothing. Days pass, your touch, cannot be felt, your words do not come. There is nothing but the darkness from which I came. I am nothing without you.
Do you no longer love me?
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
You don't have to be told, you just know, when you do something you shouldn't, there will be consequences. Do something you know should not be done and sooner or later it will come back to bite you in the ass, or haunt you just enough.
You know I took a day off this week, spur of the moment, totally unplanned, I called in, gave no explanation, I took a day off, a day just for me. I enjoyed it, I needed it, but it is now biting me in the ass! It is the weekend, and yes, it was to be another two days off, but no, oh no, I've just got a call. You know the kind, yes that kind, begging, pleading, don't know what we're going to do if you can't, won't, will you please come to work. Why did I answer the phone? Why am I such a nice guy? In a few hours my weekend will be over, I will be going to work, there will be no chance for me, so I'm leaving it up to you, my friends to have a sexy weekend for the both of us. Enjoy it!
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
I find it hard to believe. I can't believe I did it, but I'm guilty, I confess. When I awoke this morning, instead of jumping out of bed, instead of letting today become just another previous day of just another, of all the other previous days I've allowed myself this year, I laid there thinking. Fuck this, not today! It was totally unplanned, something totally out of character for me, but I did it. There was nothing special about this day, there was nothing making this day any different than any of the other days but something triggered something and I refused to allow today to become like all the others. I didn't think about my actions, I reached for the phone, I did the unimaginable, I took the day off. I'm giving myself a Hump Day Holiday.