Nothingness

I had a thought. It's gone now. But I wanted to tell you all that it was there. I am going through a bit of an artisic slump, epiphanies are few and far between, even fleeting ones. So when you think you haven't heard from me for a time, its just because my sentances have set themselves free and skipped frivolously up onto a shelf that I can't quite reach.

Here are someone elses. Someone funnier than me anyways.
Wash (pilot, Firefly): "Everything looks good from here... (pan down : playing with plastic dinosaurs over his console) Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive."
(as Stegosaurus) "We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land'."
(as T-Rex) "I think we should call it...your grave!"
(Stegosaurus) "Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"
(T-Rex) "Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh...now die!"

"with a little help"

Ringo couldn't hold a tune, and John and Paul wrote a song that was basically only one or two notes, just for him to sing. Some people say that it was mocking, and some people say that it is a tribute to what a tonedeaf man can achieve with the help of his friends. Whatever motivated them, it was a yet another beatles hit.

In my life, I have been surrounded by people. Some of them really cared about me, and some of them used me for what I had to offer. I offer tribute to a person who is perhaps the best of all of them.

There has been only one person who heard me scream within my own skull over the babbling rapids of the world around us. There has been only one person that was prepared to listen to me talk when I had nothing to say, who stopped to help me up when I was knocked down in the rush. No matter what language I spoke in he heard me, no matter where I need to be he would take me there. And no matter how I fell apart, he was always there to help me put myself back together or at least take me home so I could mend in my own time. He made me laugh when I thought the world would end, and travelled with me to worlds of my own creation, when I could not promise that I knew the way home. He let me scream at him, ignore him, judge him, and he never looked at me as less. He filed the edge of my claws of rage, and let me air all of my grievances safely. He never looked down at me, and he never treated me as though I was unintelligent or unstable, even when I was those things. He helped me to find the song that is me. And then he let me go when I found my wings.

I owe a tribute to this man for the friend he has been to me, and an appology that this tribute has been so long in coming, when I should have told him every day how important he was in my grand scheme of things. Without him I would not be who I am, and I thank him for being who he is, despite any pressure to change. May your life be filled with love, my friend, you deserve nothing less.

Thank you Adam.