The sky, too, is a lake, and he is glad to have one. Green boughs, blue burden, each paint stroke like a flake of ash fallen upwards from his skin. He has come to love this ceiling.

He does not care for the walls, too many barren hills and too far; no trick of eye or mind can coax them nearer. They please him only as backdrops, mirages against which to set his own as he unspools himself.

And the flakes of his voice and his memory settle upon the belly of the low sky, until he is left as only core, hollow and burnt, crumbling under the palm of the desert's breath as it wavers through his window.

I arrived at the hotel and was told a note was left for me in the room.  Got inside and immediately looked around for my computer and the inevitable jumping and shouting of my friends.

No one was around and no computer.

The note shed some light on the issue. "The computer is back at home. Enjoy the free gas."

*sigh*

As I write this I'm hunched over and tap-tapping away at my little laptop in a McDonalds that is situated closer to Las Vegas than it is to my own home.  Why you ask? Well, to track down my computer which was taken Saturday evening. You see I often desire the luxury of ignorance, the blissful cogworks of wonderment and speculation.  Unfortunately I know the truth behind such things all too well.

It is my birthday.

Let us rewind a little bit.

I came home with a collection of odd goods from the local Food Market, a collection intended for a specific recipe. ( A lovely little dish involving red potatoes and porkchops. ) However, I had not committed this culinary delight to memory and needed to take a quick peek at the old internet for the... oh...

OH HO, WHAT'S THIS!?

MY COMPUTER IS GONE!!!??

Now that's just impossible, the door was locked and the only other person with a key is... my... room mate.  Ah, yes, the pieces are coming together now and here's a bit of a clue right here. A postcard of Las Vegas for a certain hotel's room number and a gas card sitting on top of it...

Bloody Hell. Every year, every damn year...

My apologies to everyone, I won't be around for an undetermined amount of time. Know that I am fine and have the strength of three peach teas coursing through my veins.

To those people who are happening to be seeing of first entry I say: Hello!
Not sure how much time I'll have to fiddle with this, but I promise to always post something mildly interesting!

I have been making with the poem thing. You see, okay?

The waves, they beckon
They reach out to me
But do I answer
This call of the sea?

Perception is lost
I try to escape
Thought I'm bound in chains
My dreams don't take shape

I cannot respond
To call of the sea
I'm always landbound
I wish I were free

I turn from the waves
Though feet won't respond
Call's getting stronger
I'm not just a pawn.

Once I start to care
The call moves away
To hunt different souls
Tossed me to the fray

Now I wait each night
For call of the sea
It beckons no more
It's tired of me.

Off it has gone now
To dance with your dreams
I wish I could tell
Sea's not what it seems.