Feeling disconnected from the ground
Floating, drifting along, not sure of directions
Too much time outside, not enough within
No time for my thoughts
No time for my stories
Lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces
Voices that don't touch me in any way
Seeking out poets and visions
Something that resonates
Something that feels real
Something to bring me back down
Tie my feet to the earth
Keep me focused and thinking
Not lost and accepting
I've started to drift
When I should be living

I have Clafouti for lunch. 5 bucks for 2 good sized sandwiches. You wish you were me. Clafouti is the best. Shame they're only open for lunch.


Has anyone else noticed that the statue in the pigeon park next to Guy-Concordia Metro is wearing a tuque?