War

Sitting here, thinking... I wrote a poem in highschool I wish that I could remember well enough to post right now, it fits well with how I'm feeling, but this one more or less works to, if you take it as a metaphor:

"A burst of light rends night's black tar,
A sight the wise should much regret;
The end of what was once a star.
Bright cry of pain as death is met,
Morbid image, and somehow yet,
Beautiful, if seen from afar.
And many still seem to forget:
That bright whiteness is but a scar."

Heading Out....

Hey, just to let anyone know who might be looking for me this afternoon, I probably won't be online until late, I'm going to be taking my grandfather grocery shopping today. *chuckles* This means I'll have to avoid questions about whether or not I have a girlfriend currently for a few hours, but at least I'll get to listen to interesting political rants. :)