So my power went out last night due to the freakish wind storm. I actually thought it was pretty fun. I simply lighted some candles and read a book for a couple hours. It was kind of funny to go out on the porch (primarily to smoke a fag) and see a pitch dark street. It made me realize how much our lives depend on something so powerful and yet so fragile. Electricity can kill a person and yet leave us unable to do anything. No light, no heater, no TV, no video games, no movies, no hot water (or no water, period, for some), no microwave, no stove, no fridge, no computer, no nothing. Everything we can do within our homes in shut down. Kinda puts things into perspective on how fucking privileged we are in this country. Some countries' populations are killing each other for their next meal and here we sit, pissed off that we can't watch goddamn television. I love it.

Anyway, here I sit watching "Pi," a rather good movie, while my beautiful girlfriend snores on the futon. With not one drop of alcohol or drugs swimming through my veins, I concede to the notion that maybe Bree was right - Bree being a friend of mine (a friend I should hang out with more often) who, regarding the last entry, told me that I might have been placed in this time period for a reason. Religion does not control my life, I answer to no god, but I am spiritual and believe that we hold a close connection with nature. Bree left me a comment on Myspace and said that maybe I was placed here for a reason. And I am not being conceited but many of my friends have told me that I make them think, bring them back to earth, make them laugh. It feels good to know that I leave a positive, if somewhat goofy, impression on people. Too bad there are not more people out there like that. I have only a couple friends that really make me laugh: Bryan and Andre. Stacy makes me laugh as well but our humor is more for us alone than for the outside world and that make me love her even more. I don't know....it's just a good feeling. And it could be that it's almost 4:00 in the morning and I'm opening myself up more than I usually do, exposing the nerves under my skin and revealing a side most people don't see. Well, journals do that I guess. Who the hell is going to read this anyway besides Stacy?

To close this rather strange entry, I leave the reader with a few words - make of it what you will...

along with ash
all is quiet after the storm
mist clings to skin
exposing a brighter side
not seen by most
eyes are closed and heavy
and the wind tells all