My evening has been going on for far too long
Where is the dawn of a new day?
Finding the path taken long grown over
yet still walking deeper in–only to become more lost
Turning my gaze upward I’m reassured
finding the stars that shined down for so long vibrant and alive
They become a beacon and a hope
a fixture in my long journey
I might be far from home
but I always know where I am
It dawned on me today I’ve been out of high school for five years. Five schools and four cities later I’m back exactly where I started. I’ve been re-reading old journal entries and reflecting. So many great moments…so many mistakes made. Definitely lessons learned…
Good stuff though. Obviously in hindsight there are things I wish I would have done differently. Primarily friendships I wish I would have worked harder to strengthen. I was young and determined to do my own thing though. Right now I’m reading about studying for my telecommunications electronics final at the Log with John….pretty sure that was right before 12 Gadgets. Monday nights playing Spades…
I’ve burned more than my share of bridges but I’ve also made some wonderful friends these past few years.
Here”s to the future.
Last night I had quite the interesting dream. I was in some type of Geology class with my friend Mark. The actual details of the classroom are a bit vague but it was on location in a giant cavern (Think the water cavern from the movie Dune here.) The class was broken off into pairs and given a list for a scavenger hunt with the first team to identify certain rock formations and take pictures won a prize. Mark and I was bored, go figure, and decided to venture further into the cavern and do some exploring.
The entire cavern had an eerie feel to it. For one, I had never seen anything so vast underground. You could take a football stadium, bury it underground and still have enormous amounts of space. Our shadows cast disjointed reflections of ourselves on the walls. The only artifical light source was the school house off in the distance. Primarily we were guided by the phosphorescent sponges that lined the interior. We had our handlights but were reluctant to use them for fear of being caught so far off course. Eventually we noticed what seemed to be a curvature in the neon glow…pulling at it with our hands it turned out to be a door nearly frozen shut from years of disuse. With the door shut behind us it was time to turn on the flood lights and try to get an idea just what exactly we stumbled on. Once inside this new room we found a 1940s style ambulance in near perfect condition.
…and then I woke up
Thinking about trying to turn this into a short story. Maybe some long lost ocean liner. not sure
