January, 2008

saw a stranger

that reminded me

of someone i had

forgotten.

i saw you yesterday,

through a window to another world

where i might have lived in some other life.

it brought me back to days when a smile

held more power than human expression

has ability to adequately convey;

like the sun penetrates morning fog

laying bare a bright day full of promise

and warmth beyond comprehension,

elusive to so many who seek after it.

you smiled and waved at someone

you don't know and have never seen before,

and a smile crept unwittingly to my face,

the kind and distant memory

tempered with the sadness that is the price

of remberance and experience.

your face was unlined,

free of the marks of care

and the weight of sorrow and trial.

a glimpse into the past and whose echoes are

felt even in the most remote places of the present.

i saw in clarity the person i loved,

defiant of the passing of time and life,

boldly drawn and indelibly etched into memory.

even though it was mere reflection

of things that i have seen before,

it awakened images that have slept

eternities in my mind.

it reminded me why i keep trying,

and served as momento of hope,

of things long forgotten,

slumbering in dark corners.

"All because of you,

I believe in angels.

Not the kind with wings,

No, not the kind with halos.

The kind that bring you home

When home becomes a strange place."

and even though

i am unable to follow your voice,

i can still hear its echoes

in the back of my heart and mind,

faint but still as bold as ever.

i saw you today

in a place where you've never been

through a window to a lost world

that still spins on somewhere in time.

and the stranger walked on,

the bus drove by,

but i remembered;

witness to things

that never happened

in a place that only exists

in the distance of memory.

-colin out-

I wrote this one in January, 2008

I used to include embedded videos of

something relevant in some way.

so put it on if you like,

or skip it.

some things

just can't be conveyed by

means of awkward conversations

riding cell waves over distances spanned

not only by time but, too, by the foreignness

of everything we've been through.

even though we spoke

as old friends we knew

in certain and very tangible terms

that connections can't be reforged

via verizon and AIM,

but only through sincerity

and a keen sense of interest in

someone other than self.

i brushed up against your life

and was so surprised by what i found

that i couldn't recover enough to be of any help.

it was like walking into an amusement park

and finding the roller-coasters on fire.

what do you say to that?

"oh."

then silence.

"i'm sorry"

really doesn't seem to cover it,

and even though i should have taken your side

by virtue of the times and experiences we've shared

i found myself holding back because time has taught me

that there are always multiple sides to every story.

that doesn't stop my heart from going out to you,

but it neither makes expressing myself

or my willingness to be there any easier.

so i'll write it out to you in a place where

you will probably never see it and hope

that some day i will be able to show you

that even though we have drifted apart

like continents moving in opposite directions

some things can still bring us together.

i hope that time heals your heartache;

it may take more than you care to imagine.

and whatever happens i will always be around

and my door will always be open for you.

take care, my friend, and keep in touch.

distance and time are no bars to my friendship.

-colin out-

starting out

well my apologies

if you've been suckered

into coming here

to read this.

i haven't kept a blog for a while,

and decided that i need somewhere

to ramble on inside of my own head

and might as well invite some people

along for the ride.

i'll probably start

out by bringing over

some older entries

from another blog.

feel free to browse

around and let me know

what you think.

-colin out

when 2nd hand stores

just won't cut it anymore