Just another laowai!!!

2008/10/11

Insomnomania

Midnight mochas
Beethoven's Fifth
Another sleepless night at the keyboard

Mild Seven Boxes
A mountain of ash
The wintry draft croons lullabies

Late-morning ramblings
The twisted ceiling
My eyes glued open as dawn emerges

What am I to do?
My reserves are exhausted
I envy the cat for her effortless slumbers

The pastel sunrise
No longer my muse
My body aches for a coma

2008/10/08

Solitude Solitaire

As much as I enjoy my life here, it's oftentimes very lonely. I have no desire to be in the States -- and that's reinforced by the current financial disasters that radiate from the US economy -- but I miss home. I miss Mom, and my dear friends.

Sometimes even picking up the phone is difficult. Living on the other side of the world has not only made me even more of a loner, but it's also hard at times to put into words the emptiness that I feel. I'm in an entirely different world, one that is difficult to paint with the limitations of the English language. Living alone on the other side of the world is both an exciting and extremely lonely existence. It's a difficult balance.

I've made a couple good friends, people who I have great respect and admiration for, but even those sorts of friends are hard to come by. And as life makes us busier and busier, finding time to hang out with said people can be a challenge. So I have my guitar, good music, books, my writing, dear Maiya, my memories, to keep me company. That's often enough to make it through the day with a smile, but equally as often the lack of intimacy, of seeing a friendly face, is incomparable.