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rain_and_snow) wrote2008-09-29 04:17 pm
rain_and_snow) wrote2008-09-29 04:17 pm
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I am back, and I had a wonderful time, but for the flights.
I dislike plane flights. I dislike Melbourne taxis.
And while I dislike putting on snow chains in a (snow) storm, in a no-stopping-avalanche-zone with avalanches, with horizontal flying everything, it is an experience I wouldn't choose to miss, unless it would be so as to have more snow and less rain, and waterproof gloves.
Want freak weather? Just call.
There were cows, and sheep. There was sun, and wind and rain and snow. There were mountains that reached the clouds, and flat, flat plains. It was all so different - green, brown, black, white.
There were people too - and one in particular who I have known for years and never met. We met. It was like a dream, and I am afraid it was one, because so many other things I thought were real seem not to be. The other two, more like a nightmare, and like so many of them I am certain it was true, and I so wish that it was not. I cannot understand some things, and how some things change, where others do not. How some things are real, and some things seem not to be.
I am home, again.
I do not want to be home again.
I do not want to find out that people are dead.
I do not want them to be dead.
People keep dying around me and I don't think there's anything I can do to stop them.
It seems that for each time I return, there is someone else to find out about. But I don't think it'd stop if I didn't go away.
I cannot find my baby, she is away. They keep telling me she'll be here soon, but it's been hours. Hours and hours. It's been Monday for 19h30 hours, even though it's only 4:30pm. What happens when it's 20 hours? 25? will she be here then?
And how can a Monday last so long? It's all wrong, and there are no stars.
I dislike plane flights. I dislike Melbourne taxis.
And while I dislike putting on snow chains in a (snow) storm, in a no-stopping-avalanche-zone with avalanches, with horizontal flying everything, it is an experience I wouldn't choose to miss, unless it would be so as to have more snow and less rain, and waterproof gloves.
Want freak weather? Just call.
There were cows, and sheep. There was sun, and wind and rain and snow. There were mountains that reached the clouds, and flat, flat plains. It was all so different - green, brown, black, white.
There were people too - and one in particular who I have known for years and never met. We met. It was like a dream, and I am afraid it was one, because so many other things I thought were real seem not to be. The other two, more like a nightmare, and like so many of them I am certain it was true, and I so wish that it was not. I cannot understand some things, and how some things change, where others do not. How some things are real, and some things seem not to be.
I am home, again.
I do not want to be home again.
I do not want to find out that people are dead.
I do not want them to be dead.
People keep dying around me and I don't think there's anything I can do to stop them.
It seems that for each time I return, there is someone else to find out about. But I don't think it'd stop if I didn't go away.
I cannot find my baby, she is away. They keep telling me she'll be here soon, but it's been hours. Hours and hours. It's been Monday for 19h30 hours, even though it's only 4:30pm. What happens when it's 20 hours? 25? will she be here then?
And how can a Monday last so long? It's all wrong, and there are no stars.