Tumble Seed

There is a man that I strive to be. Like many lofty goals, I'm not sure that I can ever achieve this ideal in total. I know that I walk this man's path much of the time, but sometimes I look down to find that I've climbed a tree.

There is a boy that I have vowed to cherish. He is the me that brings forth honest exchanges with an occasional unwanted abrasiveness. When this boy grows, the pain is silent but present. Mute mourning. Sitting in the tree is comforting.

Eddy and I were at Thrust tonight. Neither one of us were that engaged with the crowd or the music. We weren't even compelled to drink to try and alter the stage. I will miss him when he's gone to Navy training in 60 days.

Cardwell sent me an e-mail from Brazil. Made me laugh, as usual. Nathan has started a new job with KB Homes. I got to see Mark W. last Friday at Boy's Room. I've never shared that I see these three as my practical, emotional and intellectual outlets, respectively. Practical here, for me, means simply that energy that I relate to in the day to day affairs of my life. Cardwell and I just "get" each other and that's that. Nathan and I can sense each other. I often feel bad without knowing what is wrong with him. Mark will always know more things than I do, whether important knowledge or not.

Why so late? So late is wise.