Just Me, Today.

“Come on child you’ve slept enough- and I know you’re tired but I’m waking you up
There is much to be done, and we’re right on the cusp…”  -Judah Nagler

I woke up with an agenda today. Class. Coffee. Homework. I coasted through it. Class. SPSS lab. Check e-mail. One short line… just one short line. But it was a sharp line and it was in red. Why red? Adam always corrects his students’ papers with a pencil because “it doesn’t look like a criticism.”

I don’t know what I was expecting from the bathroom mirror. Maybe a portal to a different me. Mirrors. Mirrors. Always with the mirrors. Don’t they know? They don’t know. I know. She knows. He knows. But they don’t know.

Class.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t get over my goddamn blues.” -Richard Edwards

It isn’t blasphemy it is a prayer. Jesus. Just a prayer. Jesus. Just a prayer, Jesus.

“Is it overwhelming
To use a crane to crush a fly?
It’s a good time for Superman
To lift the sun into the sky” -Wayne Coyne

I just can’t seem to shake this (sick) feeling. It happens when I’m resting. It happens when I’m thinking. It happens when I’m moving (just…keep…movement…). It happens when I am at the altar. It happens when I am in the balcony. It happens when the phone rings. It happens. I am not making it up. It happens.

Oh these friends of mine.