Ripples in the foundation

So, I was thinking that I really have to get this blog going again. I know - it isn't really very convincing of me to start a blog and then go AWOL after the first week. But... you know - it's classic me. I had other stuff to do, you know - like TV and sleeping.

No, for real, my level of procrastinating have reached new heights - I try to scam my way out of most things and I haven't done my homework in weeks. But I have kept up with my assignments, work and training - so I got that going for me, which is nice! haven't done anything creative though, and I have really been thinking about that. One of the main reasons for starting this blog was that I wanted to create something creative, and I suppose that one could argue that blogging was creative, but in my opinion that is only true when it is original and well executed - and I can't really be arsed to do that.

I have all these creative friends who I'm really jealous of - people who use their talent wherever it may lay. They sing, write song, books or paint. Some of them just follow their passion in some way, which makes it as much art as painting in my opinion. I would really love to follow a passion like that, really love to create something that was based on strong emotion and feeling - something that people would admire or envy. Maybe that's a bit conceited - but hey - judge me all you want.

Anyhow, tried to write a poem about a night that meant a lot to me. It's probably wildly out of context - but I don't feel like trying to explain it right now.

Cheers
Soffy


Instant ripples in my solid foundation
Grey eyes to blue eyes
In a laughing moment
Fear and laughter bubbling up
From a wound gone unnoticed
Healed for the night

Instant smiles handed out like candy
Rough hand to soft hand
In a breathless moment
floating and falling at once
jumping at the chance
to be happy for a night

Instant trust given to a stranger
Coarse beard to soft cheek
In an unforgiving moment
Wishing so hard it hurts
Counting the regrets
Of things never given

Instant sorrow of a loss
Empty hand to empty promise
In a never ending moment
Knots and butterflies in the stomach
Of knowing what will never be
This night and every night