i needed that more than i realized.
See Kelly’s pictures.
Been having some fun with Scrapblog, which i stumbled across a couple of days ago. i wanted to cheer up Ember a bit, as one of my recent phonecalls with her left me feeling helpless. she was sad. she needs to be sad. and it’s ok. but it’s so hard to stand by, and watch your friends go through heartache & grief. Anyways, i made her a little something with a poem i wrote a while back Departure from the Vision:
it was a while ago when i met ember– i believe it was a rain-filled portland night in september. she was doe-eyed; she was genuine and newly independent; she’d driven miles in her little truck as a means to reinvent. next time i saw her was at that beach with a tri-colored name, and she was curl’d up by the fire, watchin’ me & dragi play the “i-am-so-high” game. it wasn’t long before we’d hang & talk from noon to noon, and we’d eat pizza, drink some beers, and play the occasional break-beat tune. she even allows me to hide away from the world in my home, and she still leaves sweet messages over the phone, saying: i know right now is sam-time, cause that’s what you do, but i just wanted to remind you that i love you. she’s amazing and silly and has a heart of gold [even though i'm always worried she might catch a cold!]; i love her dearly, can anyone blame me? even though her *real* name is actually Amy.
Ember is a classy, respectable, upstanding, strictly serious citizen. …and, no, i’m not trying to distract her because i threw my gum in the fire. nah-uh. not at all.
this one just never stops smiling. i’ve seen it in effect for days and days in a row. i would think it imposiible, but she’s living proof. Ember is da bomb! i love me some Ember :-)
