Lost

At the temple there is a poem called "lost", carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read "lost," only feel it. [from Memoirs of a Geisha]

I feel very lonely right now. I'm going to face a world tomorrow that seems to be content to live out it's day with no regards to me. People will go about their day, oblivious to the hurt that I feel. They will address me, without realizing that anything is wrong.

It hurts,
She's leaving.
That door is closed,
locked, jamed.

I'll live,
Face tomorrow.
But you won't be aware;
You'll never know

Cast aside,
Down trodden.
All I know is
I'm lost.

Evening Entertainment

So, with nothing to do on a Monday night. I've been informed that the documentary "Super Size Me" (2004) is on CBC this evening. So I've decided that I'm going to give it a watch. I've always been interested in watching this movie. I've heard various reviews. I've been watching it for about 45 minutes now, and despite all the grotesque figures and facts that they bombard you with I'd have to say that the most disturbing part of this feature is that the "test subject" feels the need to deposit the meal (super sized of course) on the pavements beside the car. *OH MY STOMACH* I'll keep you informed as to my final review. But I'm definitely considering how to cook heathy.

I'm out.