Washed Up

So we're almost half way into the year and a lot of things are transpiring slightly different than I would have liked. When it rains, it pours is an understatement at this point.

I think it's especially cool how I can go back in my rolodex of entries & actually watch the progression of my spirits go from elation, to boredom & depression, all the way back around to happiness. All the calls and predictions I was dead on balls accurate with, to the ones I never even saw coming. If only.. If only I could predict what's next. Soon this very entry will become a part of what I'm talking about. How completely clueless and lost I feel, with no forewarning of what summer holds. The smiles, the tears, the scars.... they'll all be unforeseen.

I wish my cosmic perception was tuned a little finer. my frequency picks up on the little things that no one even cares to hear about, nor would they believe. But the little things are simply bigger things broken down into pieces to merely appear insignificant.

Rambling... such an old friend that I haven't had the pleasure of having near.

my question is; Once it's washed all away, will the remains remain the same?