life in canada

that poem was just a lament for my leaving california yet again. everytime i leave (aka visit) i feel a part of me stays there. which also means that a new me shows up. ahhh the consistancy of change.

canada is friendly, yet its difficult to meet new ones. it makes me feel old. must be a midlife crisis coming along as well. i’m starting to read the ads for laser surgery and cosmetic dermatology. ha!
maybe i’ll get my eyes worked on when i visit sher in hong kong….hahahaaa! yeah right. i hated contacts, therefore no sharp objects will be coming near my face.

would you do it?

soaking in the suds, soaking up my thoughts
soaking away the negative
soaking in the positive
convictions become clear, why, why, why am i here
i scrub away a layer, rinse it away with the bubbles down the drain
my tears melt into the droplets
warm water falls like rain down my hair, my eyebrows, past my nose
to my chest, ending up in my belly button.

am i the same? will i ever be? i fight to be.
each new experience melds into another changing my shape, my energy
my thoughts, my personal life philosophy.
its sticky like the maple syurp in the fridge.
change.