The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

12.10.2004

Just back from seeing Manheim Steamroller in the Tacoma Dome. Pretty good-hope to one day see Tran-Siberian Orchestra. At times renaissance-style, others 80's rock, and occassionaly just a piano and violin...interesting indeed. I cannot believe my parents went. MY parents! Celtic mom and Steve Green dad. I'm not really convinced whether they liked it...

I started this post intending to describe how I feel right now...and have found that I can't. I'm missing people...but right now i have some things...that demand my attention.

Sometimes it takes a storm
To really know the light
The scent of rain
The weight of clouds
Pulling down the sky
Sometimes it takes a storm
To know how you feel
To understand indigo
And the varnished sun

Lighting up the fields
It takes the rain between the lines to know what sorrow finds
The way a cloud divides sometimes
The clearing and the blue
I love you
I was just passing through
And taken by surprise
Between the black sky
And the blue
Between the black sky and the blue
I love you
I love you


-Fernando Ortega

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