Back to Reality

I was in San Francisco for the past few days.
First time there. No computer, people had laptops, I decided to wait.
So no blogs for the past few days, but I did buy a composition book in San Francisco to write in.
Unfortunately, I didn't write much, and what writing I did do was yesterday and today.
But here is what I have.

Friday, November 16th, 2007
Sometime between 7:30pm and 9:00pm.

The weather is cold.
but the Weather is great.
The fog, the mist,
the Golden Gate.
Beyond the reach
away from it all
unreal, yet so real.
The best of times,
I wear a smile.
This feels great
it's been a while.


Fictional thoughts from real places.

Free me of this prison.
This shell I call my home.
I call out! I call out!
Heed the warning!
Do not go beyond the path
that leads to Lovers' Lane.
The site of countless kisses
and Spanish soldiers slain.
Stay in the city
and out of the Presidio.
Less you wish
to keep your lives,
you will keep going.
But a word of advice:
The house is burning,
let it burn,
it isn't there,
so let it burn.

Saturday, November 17th, 2007
Sometime between 12:15pm and 1:15pm on the plane home.

A step out onto the porch
the walkway is there...
Under the porch light, staring if into the shadows
do I dare?
Yes.

I've done so
I needed a walk to breathe
and at 30,000 feet and descending
reality is slowly closing in.
It's reared it's face back into my sights.
Things will be different now
things will change...
or have changed, perhaps.
Four days away from reality.
Four days of care-free bliss.
But what is to become of life?
When you leave reality...
When you leave life...
it continues with or without you.
It is an already moving entity
and to join it
I must get a running start
or I'll have to catch up.
At this point
I think I will start over.