Odes...

Tidal waves...

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, let me drown softly against the coast without a single word in my defense as I lay helplessly before nature as it swallows me whole and hides any trace that I once was a man. Ebbing slowly and quietly against the tanned coast which seems to wrap itself around my skin as each new wave pulls my footing out from beneath me and drags the sand against my skin. Oh so rough and cutting, yet it is nothing more than tiny grains of rock and salt which sting my every cut and wound.

Gravedigger...

Make my grave shallow, so I may feel the rain. Your grisly job has grown to be a fascination for on so living as myself. How does it feel to be the last word in every man's story? The Librarian of living history, putting the books onto the high shelves where no hands can reach them? Do you wonder who will watch your own stone through the day and night? Do you ponder your mortality as a calculation of who will miss you when you're gone? I believe not, or you and your shovel would be far too busy thinking to see such valuable gems as the cases which once held life put beneath the ground.

Plays...

Act one, scene one. Open wide space and time, so wide...so wide. Can you encompass everything in your nothing as bodies dance across the stage as your paintbrushes? Emotions and words are your colors, and you illuminate the tragedies and triumphs of everything one can imagine. Betrayal, infatuation, lust, love, trust, treason, famine, and wealth. Is there much you cannot relay to us in your ever-growing art of physical expression and verbal explaination?

And now, to deviate from the original plan and slip in my little letter.

I hope you know I hate not calling you at night, your voice just brightens up everything. I hope you feel better tomorrow/this morning. Wednesday is close at hand, and I love our Wednesdays no matter what happens on them. Remember, what everyone else says means nothing right? We're all that matters if we have to weed out opinions. I hope you know I still want to give you that massage...It'd be nice to learn something new at the same time!
I guess you're right, you'll have to give me one so I know the feeling I'm trying to imitate...but we all know that it'll all breakdown after a little bit. I have that effect on people sometimes. Not that I'd mind!
Oh crap, I need to get Justen a new Zune adaptor for his car. Totally what I need to get him for Christmas if I can afford it...a nice comb/brush for Shannon...prolly that pokemon guide for Sean...Peace and Quiet for my Dad...who the hell knows for my Mom...(insert some clever gift here) for you...
and that's it.
Well, I'm going to sleep, nocturnal has faded and weariness has overcome me. I want to call you tomorrow night.

I'll dream of you.