BABBLE. BABBLE. BLAH

This past week has been nothing but blah
The sky seemed to be contemplating (or constipated)
In this constant “cold-and-damp”ness
You try shaking it off like a dog
Soon you realize
You’re not a dog and this ain’t shakable
It’s like being in wet clothes in the jungle
At least in the jungle, no one would dry their wet umbrella on your pants

Three friends are leaving
Two to the other side of the pond
One to a better fund
While I’m antsy from all the changes that are about to take place in my life
A seasoned traveler exhales a puff of smoke and welcomes me to the world of ex-pats
A world of contradictions where we face each other with the same pole despite our natural inclination to click
Some learned to protect themselves by denying the desire to belong
Some simply throw their arms up and return to what they’ve always known
Though we try to replicate what we know in where we are
People come, people go, despite in what state of mind we are

I said I didn’t know what I’d do without you
You might not have picked it up but it wasn't a joke
One mountain accident
Two attempts to hair color
Three smokers in the back
Four neighbors share a cab
One thousand days we work we play
More than two dozen stories we share and create
We’re not the kind to pretend we don’t give a damn
There’s too much shared along the memory lane
I’ve learned to do this many years ago
Yet I’m always clumsy when it’s time to let go

So I blog this blah-blah-blah