My dad took me out to lunch today. It was nice of him. He took me out to Safeway so I could buy my ticket for tonight as well.

We ate at La Playa.

I got the mail when I got home, and I got something from poetry.com, saying a poem I wrote was awarded...and I quote..."our prestigious Editor's Choice Award". They said it was because "it displays a unique perspective and original quality." I'm sure everything they put in the letter is complete bullshit, said just so I'll buy something, but still, it's nice to be recognized I suppose. Plus, I got a cool little award.

If you want to know what poem it is, it's this one...it's not titled. And you know? It's not even really a poem, but whatever.

Can I tell you all my secrets? Just lean forward. I'll do the rest.

You see, I need you to really know these things. Can you feel them?

Take it between your fingers and roll this new knowledge.

I've been lying here naked on the floor waiting for you to come home. Isn't that dramatic?

You don't know the lengths I'll go to. Not yet.

But you will.

...yeah I think it's a piece of crap, and I have no idea why they chose that one, I entered several on the site. Whatever. People are strange. I'm kind of cold. I think I'll go...*trails off while finding a new song to listen to*

-Heath