I'm sick and tired

of working. We all are. Me and my roomate discussed on how where i live has no holidays. God, i'd vote for whoever would offer me a holiday. Apparently in Trindad, political parties promise holidays in their election campaign. I personally think he's lying.

Today i awoke to the sound of cawing ravens. It was quite errie, and kind of jolted me out of bed. Some times i think that the ravens are just waiting to take my soul. Hanging on the perch of my 9th floor window, like scanvengers. The town i'm in is empty this weekend. I had to stay in my University res because i'm chained to my desk by work. How i long to make the trek home. Eat home cooked meals, lie in a non fire retardent bed and speak my national language to my grandparents. Time away does make the heart grow fonder. As i was saying the town is dead this weekend, everyone went home. I'm the racial minorty in this white cracker town. It kind of haunting, nobody in the university plaza, that's usually buzzing with students. Some times the silence is deafing, but it's always broken by the sound of the odd car whizing by. Ahh sunlight, it's probably the isolation in front of a computer, debugging. I didn't noticed that i missed that big old firey ball in the sky. I can only hope that sometime in the future i have days as nice as this. Sometimes i like lying the a hill of cut grass and staring off into nowhere. Those days seem far away, work does beckon me. I know i can take the stress, it's just that i'd prefere not to. I'm not going to crack, not yet. I've made it this far, it just a bit more of a push.

I once said something profound to myself. "God, the sky is so blue today i could lose myself" everything at that moment faded away. like i just melted apart into peace and serenity. I wish i could i live in that moment forever.

The One and Only,