Sunday, June 25, 2006

One year older, none the wiser. All I've really learned is how much I lack true wisdom, how truly and magnificently inept I really am. I suppose that's wisdom... In a way. A fool's wisdom, perhaps, the kind that keeps you awake at night, and asleep during the day.
School starts tomorrow ( ha-ha-ha.the best birthday gift of all..), and I can proudly say that I haven't done anything of true, meaningful value. What a waste. But, well, you know how it goes... tempus fugit.

The first week arrives late, as usual, utterly incomprehensible. Just as you get something out of it, boom, the second week barges in. Louder, wilder and a bit deranged, it stays up all night and sleeps all day, introducing you to a world you thought you thought you swore off forever. And suddenly, its gone, as mysteriously as it came. The third week arrives early in the morning, buzzing your doorbell rattling on the door. You shake of you weariness and let it in. Its annoying, nagging and it lectures you the whole of its stay. Nothing really gets done and it leaves in disgust. Slamming the door on its way. So now you wait patiently for the last week. You think your prepared now, you know what to expect. You barricade the doors and board up the windows. You think your safe, but your not. It there with you all along, handing you the nails. Its quiet , yet rushed. Its all so vague. It says nothing, it gives nothing. And suddenly, its gone in the wind,in the middle of the night, with but a whisper of what you lost. And you wonder, sitting in the dark, haunted by that whisper, where all the weeks went.

Listening to that horrible sound, the new term, rattling your walls.