Sunday, December 20, 2009

We`re two lost souls living in a fish bowl year after year

I spent the better part of the evening speaking with an amazing man who just so happens to be the partner of my departed friend Michele. It was amazing to share stories about her and find out things I never knew about her. I heard how they met and about the events around their dating. I shared things that happened in our day to day life at work and how important she was to me. She lived without regret. She lived everyday to the fullest and made so many people laugh. She was my kindred soul at work and the only other person who refused to conform. She was my light and my sense of direction in the face of insanity. She made everything light up around her and changed the life of everyone she knew. I miss her everyday. I think about her on the bus or at home. I still cant touch the DVD she gave back to me a few days before she died. In my mind she touched it and I cant loose that. God I miss her. She changed me forever...

On ne choisi pas toujours la route,
Ni même le moment du départ;
On n'efface pas toujours le doute,
La vieille peur d'être en retard...
Et la vie est si fragile.

On ne choisi jamais de vieillir,
On voudrait rêver un peu plus.
La vie n'est pas faite pour mourir,
On meurt souvent bien entendu...
Car la vie est si fragile,

Est si fragile,
Est si fragile,
Est si fragile...

On atteint pas toujours le but
Qu'on s'était fixé autrefois.
On ne reçoit pas souvent son dû,
La justice choisi où elle va...
Et la vie est si fragile

On est seulement ce que l'on peut,
On est rarement ce que l'on croît!
Aussitôt on se pense un dieu,
Aussitôt on reçoît une croix...
Car la vie est si fragile,

Est si fragile,
Est si fragile,
Est si fragile...

Le temps est là,
Toujours là,
Seule justice ici-bas,
On est si fragile...

On marche sur l'or ou sur l'argile,
Dépend de ce qu'on a reçu.
On reste tout aussi fragile,
Pourquoi donc se marcher dessus?
Car la vie, car la vie...

Est si fragile,
Est si fragile,
Est si fragile...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Your friendship means a lot to me, if we were on a sinking ship and there was only 1 life jacket. i would really fuckin miss you

Evening gentle viewers. I`m here in the fish bowl feeling the need to write you all. Its been a while since I have sat here and written. I am patiently waiting to go get my drink on with colleagues.
I`m feeling a little out of sorts this evening. The Misses and I had a little tete a tete and I am unsure of her head space tonight. I don't want to loose her and I`m afraid she may drift away. Not because I am an ass of because I fucked up. Simply because my job is demanding and that my schedule is shit and I cant be around enough. So you can understand that this makes me stressed and feeling extremely helpless. Its frustrating because we just came off our vacation where we were on an incredible high and now I feel like things are uncertain. With everything we have gone through I don't know what else life can throw at us.
I`m feeling like ass. With a week to go to my birthday and 3 weeks before Christmas, I`m not so sure I`m looking forward to the coming weeks. Stay tuned for more madness.