N8tureboy

A touching ceremony As we all stand around the pile of leaves, Matches in hand. My current girlfriend stands smiling with my old wedding book in hand. I strike the match and the night begins to light up. We begin to smell the burning leaves and grass. The smell of the smoke sparks interest lets burn em. My son kicks it all off with the burning of me and the ex wife locked in a kiss. Then another, of us dancing. Bitter memories and forgotten mistakes. The all become washed away, cleanses by the flames. Then like any fire in nature, a clean palette. The sinders burn the leaves, the pictures and even the grass away. The current love

Click, the alarm goes off and my mind begins to boot up. It's a work, day. It's 6:20am, got to get ready. Wonder how my ex made out last night? She ok? Ah who cares, I need to move on. Got to get in the shower. I stumble down the hallway, enter the bathroom, have my morning piss and the mind kicks into over drive again. Friggin, ceiling's leaking again. Man, got that meeting this morning at work. Water's too hot. Think Angela is up yet? God, the stream on my back feels nice. If I re-install sql would that fix the problem? I pick up the soap and begin washing myself, this doesn't require thought. I go through this routine almost

In my life, I've met only 2 people who do it to me. When I sit and talk I can't look them straight in the eye. What I see scares me. Could it be genuine interest in what I'm saying? They both, had something no one else has, the amazing gaze. The first one was high school sweetheart, someone I cared about quite a bit. But that was years ago, and I've even realized, she could be the one that got away. She's still shows up from time to time. But the gaze has lost it's effect. One too many nights on the crank or a few too many Sour Jacks. The second is a new friend, someone I seem to be able to talk too easily. She's seen the world thro