the long chinese staircase back to reality.

last night was Red Bull's Barmaster

@ Darby O'Gill's in poughkeepsie.

keith, the sbm from marist,

set the whole thing up fraternity tournament bracket style.

it turned out pretty dope,

would've liked to see more heads

but we would always like more people,

nothings ever at our standards. haha.

but there was cheap beer and good people,

so you know it was a good time.

anyway,

i stayed over at their house across the river,

and i just got home,

and i'm channel surfing,

and i have to say,

i had no idea how many onDemand channels i had!

i guess thats all i really needed to say about that.

you and me are drifting,

the wind's picked up

and the string on my kite

is getting longer,

gusting you farther and farther away.

i miss those times when you were still in your shiny silver packaging,

so fresh and new.

untouched.

but now that wrappers lies on the floor,

and the locks bolted shut to my door,

and you rarely even

call anymore.

i've forgotten those feelings,

i felt so strongly before.

but i'm not giving up,

ill wait for your body to cut

back through the clouds.

and when mother nature settles,

and the last leave hits the ground,

ill look to the trees to find my love,

when you start missing having me around.

new one, rough & on the spot.

hope you like it.

more to come later.

i'm missing you, blue eyes.