I'm missing my friends. Two in particular. One who is busy with school and the other who is busy with .... life.

Smartish Pace

Saints no longer levitate at vespers, keening
like sea-birds. The plucked-out eyes
of the faithful don't grow back.

Instead of martyrs bleeding perfumed milk,
refreshed by boiling oil, nowadays
someone's insurance rates don't rise

after rear-ending a Porsche; someone leaves
her purse on a city bus, and finds it
next morning, untouched. Instead of lepers

healing, Murphy's Law is for a half-hour
repealed. When lights go out in jails
and mental wards, and felons slit each others'

throats, and certifiables mumble, screech,
and flail, who cares to know how many Joans
see blazing lights or hear angelic psalms,

how many Josephs break restraints
and rise toward heaven, uttering shrill,
unearthly calls?

Charles Harper Webb

I take too much for granted.

So plastic

I love my Sundays. Church, brunch and recently cycling (again) in the evenings.

So I wonder if it is remotely possible to be contented on earth.
Besides the material longings of this world-which the accumulation of is liken to chasing the wind...is it possible for a person to be contented?
Spiritually, emotionally, physically.

There's always something to be reached for, something just out of grasp.
Or maybe a perceived idea of ideal stage.
Whatever it is, life is just that bit more tedious some days.

And on other days, simply divine.

I also listen to..

Kenalan

You know..its funny. As you grow older, you meet more people. More responsibilites, the ability to pursue new interests etc. leading to more diverse groups of people.
So many more acquaintances.
But your circle of friends kind of begins to "stablize" after a while. The group of people you can hang out with, chill with and basically just feel comfortable around in (almost) any occasion.
I think I may be getting a little old-er