“Place to Fly” (Brian Andreas)
"Place to Fly" (Brian Andreas)
She kept asking if the stories were true.
I kept asking her if it mattered.
We finally gave up.
She was looking for a place to stand
& I wanted a place to fly.
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I slept a lot today. I needed it. My body is still longing for rest. I finally got dressed and went to pick up coffee for Camron (and me). She looked at me and said, "you still look so exhausted Clayton... even after all that sleep. You look terrible." Thanks love. I guess that's what family is for, eh? Not holding back any punches. I stumbled into my home office and found a lonely IM on a big blank screen. An ex-girlfriend that I have not heard from in a very long time... one that squashed my heart like a little bug (as if there was just one that fit that description in my near 31 years on this little cooling rock orbiting the big ball of happy fusion)... well, the most recent one... a simple, "hey stranger" ("hey stranger" = "I probably got dis'd by my new man, cheated on, taken for granted, etc. and realized that I lost something good in you, so how about you be a glutton for punishment and let me back into your life, allow me to regain your trust, use you, and fuck you over again... sound fun?"). I didn't reply. I don't know how long it have been sitting there since I don't time stamp my messages, but either way, I didn't reply. It bothered me though... how dare she after what she did? I don't understand these things. I talked to Sean. He sent me some finals on some of the VFX shots for Xtracurricular. Basically, a couple of rocket shots and their support sequences. Very, very nice... but then again, his work is always outstanding. He drove down to meet some friends at Siggraph yesterday. I wish I could have joined him. Eric gave me a CD of all six Tenacious D HBO specials in MPEG format. I laughed my ass off at those this morning... especially the ones I had not seen before. I had a great phone conversation this afternoon with a new friend. There's nothing like good intellectually stimulating conversation to brighten an otherwise dreary afternoon. I think I hear the couch calling me.
She kept asking if the stories were true.
I kept asking her if it mattered.
We finally gave up.
She was looking for a place to stand
& I wanted a place to fly.
______________
I slept a lot today. I needed it. My body is still longing for rest. I finally got dressed and went to pick up coffee for Camron (and me). She looked at me and said, "you still look so exhausted Clayton... even after all that sleep. You look terrible." Thanks love. I guess that's what family is for, eh? Not holding back any punches. I stumbled into my home office and found a lonely IM on a big blank screen. An ex-girlfriend that I have not heard from in a very long time... one that squashed my heart like a little bug (as if there was just one that fit that description in my near 31 years on this little cooling rock orbiting the big ball of happy fusion)... well, the most recent one... a simple, "hey stranger" ("hey stranger" = "I probably got dis'd by my new man, cheated on, taken for granted, etc. and realized that I lost something good in you, so how about you be a glutton for punishment and let me back into your life, allow me to regain your trust, use you, and fuck you over again... sound fun?"). I didn't reply. I don't know how long it have been sitting there since I don't time stamp my messages, but either way, I didn't reply. It bothered me though... how dare she after what she did? I don't understand these things. I talked to Sean. He sent me some finals on some of the VFX shots for Xtracurricular. Basically, a couple of rocket shots and their support sequences. Very, very nice... but then again, his work is always outstanding. He drove down to meet some friends at Siggraph yesterday. I wish I could have joined him. Eric gave me a CD of all six Tenacious D HBO specials in MPEG format. I laughed my ass off at those this morning... especially the ones I had not seen before. I had a great phone conversation this afternoon with a new friend. There's nothing like good intellectually stimulating conversation to brighten an otherwise dreary afternoon. I think I hear the couch calling me.
Ex’s are such a pain… and they can be so pathetic. I often wonder if they really think we’re so stupid that we would actually consider wiping the slate clean. It amuses me to no end.
hello, my name is crystal. a few weeks ago my grandma, grandpa and i, went to go look at this million dollar house and all in it was your quotes. we have been trying to figure out your name and we finnaly found it. congradulations brian andreasme, you are my new favorite inspirational writer!!
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