Ashke
Bluelighter
Tonight the snow will still be falling.
Tonight is a Thursday in January, a boring day of the week in a grey month of the year.
Tonight the drive home from work will scare the hell out of me.
Tonight my dinner will be some of the chili our neighbor Karen brought over for my mom when she had pnumonia, and as I eat it I'll think of how mom wept once she was alone again, touched and guilt-laden because Karen had terminal cancer and her pnumonia was almost better.
Tonight I'll be annoyed that there are no saltines left for my chili.
Tonight I will look up wish I could reach up and part the grey curtain of sky that's hiding a lunar eclipse.
Tonight I will laugh helplessly.
Tonight I will not do ecstacy for the 20th day in a row.
Tonight I will daydream about Radiate and couches and Sam coming to visit this February.
Tonight I will put off finishing rainbow-feathered angel wings and candy chokers and raver coloring books and about a hundred other projects left unfinished.
Tonight, somewhere far away, a boy who once held my heart will empty a syringe into his arm.
Tonight I will post on Bluelight way too much.
Tonight the 'Ashke is a no-good whore' thread will still be on the front page, grumblesigh.
Tonight in Ohio the combined temperature and windchill will make it -25 degrees.
Tonight I will still go out, and trudging through the snow I'll get my wide-bottom jeans soaked to the knee.
Tonight, upon arriving at my boyfriend's place, I will have an excellent excuse to remove my jeans.
Tonight I will love my boy, my best friend, my family, this frozen midwest city, and probably you.
Tonight I will stay up too late.
Tonight at some point I will be thinking, 'how strange', and 'how beautiful', and 'how unfair'.
Tonight it will almost be tomorrow.
And the snow will still be falling.
~*~ Ashke ~*~
Tonight is a Thursday in January, a boring day of the week in a grey month of the year.
Tonight the drive home from work will scare the hell out of me.
Tonight my dinner will be some of the chili our neighbor Karen brought over for my mom when she had pnumonia, and as I eat it I'll think of how mom wept once she was alone again, touched and guilt-laden because Karen had terminal cancer and her pnumonia was almost better.
Tonight I'll be annoyed that there are no saltines left for my chili.
Tonight I will look up wish I could reach up and part the grey curtain of sky that's hiding a lunar eclipse.
Tonight I will laugh helplessly.
Tonight I will not do ecstacy for the 20th day in a row.
Tonight I will daydream about Radiate and couches and Sam coming to visit this February.
Tonight I will put off finishing rainbow-feathered angel wings and candy chokers and raver coloring books and about a hundred other projects left unfinished.
Tonight, somewhere far away, a boy who once held my heart will empty a syringe into his arm.
Tonight I will post on Bluelight way too much.
Tonight the 'Ashke is a no-good whore' thread will still be on the front page, grumblesigh.
Tonight in Ohio the combined temperature and windchill will make it -25 degrees.
Tonight I will still go out, and trudging through the snow I'll get my wide-bottom jeans soaked to the knee.
Tonight, upon arriving at my boyfriend's place, I will have an excellent excuse to remove my jeans.
Tonight I will love my boy, my best friend, my family, this frozen midwest city, and probably you.
Tonight I will stay up too late.
Tonight at some point I will be thinking, 'how strange', and 'how beautiful', and 'how unfair'.
Tonight it will almost be tomorrow.
And the snow will still be falling.
~*~ Ashke ~*~