Familiars should be vegitarian

Strangers meet.

Seventeen percent gone.

They greet.

Fifty four percent gone.

They eat.

Twenty nine percent gone.

These two ate three months ago.

They are familiars.

Familiars greet.

They eat.

They eat meat.

One hundred percent gone.

have i or haven't i

I wrote her a letter.

Didn't give it to her though.

I probably never will.

She reads too much anyway.

People read.  People write.

In that order.

Why is that?

Which came first?

What are circumstances so much that the words some poor soul poured out at some point in time make their way in front of my eyes so I may glimpse into the essence of another suffering the same condition as I?

The odds that I, Thomas Fitch, read what I read are immeasurable.  World renowned authors have written countless books that I haven't and never will even touch.  Billions wont touch.  But somehow I read a book this morning.  Somehow the stars aligned and God gave his blessing that the words of another human being may be passed onto me.  It boggles my mind.

I'm writing a blog.

Haven't posted it yet.

I probably never will.

No one reads blogs anyway.

life's journey

I began this journey alone

Strolling down life's path

Things appeared new, interesting...scary

Abundant.

I learned

To be comfortable in my journey

To be trust in myself

In my instincts.

But then I met another

Also on a journey

For a moment we walked together

Sharing what we had learned.

I smiled

Neither of us knew where we were going

Only a general direction

A direction we both partook.

Enjoying the company I got lazy

Lost

I forgot who I was

Which direction I was headed.

I stumbled

There were things in the road I didn't notice

Again

Many unforeseen obstacles emerged in my path.

It became more and more difficult to share this route

There was only room for one

We held on a moment longer

Savoring what we knew could not last.

I stopped

Looked around

I had wandered off coarse

Our journeys no longer coincided.

So we part ways

Each a little smarter

Each a little hurt

And a lot more determined.

I continue this journey alone.

morning walk

It's 9am and I'm hungry.

God decided the day was best dressed in a metallic grey ensemble accented by plunging gemstones

An interesting choice considering subtle pallets were so last season

Not wanting to argue fashion with the creator, I don a vogue proof jacket and begin my journey

Barefoot.

Festivities of the evening prior still hold leverage over my activities

I walk slowly as each quick movement grates my

Fever

My soles find the wet pavement invigorating

Like Mr. Miyagi, it encourages my damp feet to pick up their pace.

The fever shrinks as what seemed to only be a dollhouse a moment ago grows quickly into a lavish hotel

Has that always been there, I wonder

With no time for idle thoughts the voice of Mr. Miyagi swells with strain as

My stomach joins in his chorus.

Food.

FOOD.

I reach a corner and look right

Victory stares right back

As I size up my destination a bird chirps from across the street telling me to come.

My stomach commandeers my character and I run

Run

RUN.

As I approach salvation God, in true fashion queen status, impulsively corrects the outfit of the day

A beam of light guides me to the door and I open it

Consumed by satisfaction.

heart rant

We've been through a lot together, my heart and I

Through thick and thin we've toughed it out

my heart guiding me through blizzards

And escorting me down every fork.

Blindly I followed

Filled with the simple logic that my heart knows best.

We share a common fate after all

What's good for it is good for me as well, right?

Well, that's what I thought.

Problem is my heart's a retard.

Born with a defect that no doctor foresaw

my heart doesn't have my best interests in mind.

For twenty four years

I let this appendage advise me

But like Karl Rove

my heart schemed with masochistic intent.

If those years were hours

my heart's got a single day life span.

Into the cage

Six feet underground

Locked in a lead box

With no key to be found

my heart stays.

From this day forth

I no longer follow my deceiving and malicious

heart

As my feet take the reigns

Life seems much simpler.

My feet and I share a common interest

And they've always been so supportive

They're familiar with this earth

And they keep my best interests in mind, right?

You live and you learn.

note to self

you are drunk

you are happy

everything you say is wonderful

everything you do is fun

everything you think is worthy of speech

so much energy

so much happiness

be free

be yourself

let go

let loose

Get Over It

where are the drugs?

I just saw you

like not even 2 hours ago

you'd think I would have gotten my fill

I'd think that at least, but apparently not.

Images, thoughts, feelings

coarse through my veins

en route to my heart

only to be energize and returned.

In my sleep you return again

in the most outrageous circumstances

that can't be a good thing.

I awake and there you are

lying next to me.

No, wait.

Now I'm awake and you're nowhere to be seen -

only felt.

I'm starting to worry

I need to get my mind on something else.

Drugs, drugs

where are the drugs?!