The Floating of the Butterflies

I've been only posting some bits of my life so far, and in the case of the reader, it's a good thing. I wouldn't want to bore anybody. But. Lots of info makes lots of letters, right? I'm going to try to focus and deliver what's been going around me. What's in my life. I've been so inactive on this blog lately, I feel this might be the only way to make up for it. That, and maybe some improvement to the site design, would be excellent. The best god to worship is the one you know never existed.

Many things have been floating through my head. Some have disappeared by now, others linger, waiting for me to contemplate them.
School starts in a little more than a week. Sad, it's been one of my best summers yet and it's also been the fastest in passing. Camp. That's the thing. Had a helluva time there, made some really good friends. I still talk with some of them, but the drifting apart is near inevitable... I imagine one day I will wake up, go throught my normal routine then go to sleep without ever thinking about them. That day is still far off. I will savor the moment, but life will go on.

I have a broken fibula. It's been broken for a month, without me knowing it.
And now I have a big boot.

The fact that people are going to read this post severely hinders it. I feel I need to post big things, stuff that people will care about. Is that necessary? I need to set myself free of that. Let me wait for it....

"Here's a thought for everyman
who tries to understand what's in his hand
he walks along the open road of life
surviving if he can

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried ot say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
As he faced the sun eh cast no shadow

As they took his oul they stole his pride"

~Oasis, "Cast No Shadow"

Cowboy Bebop: The Movie. Watch it.