Losing and edges

2 months has it been since I was here.

It is a long time I am aware, but in my defense I can say I really have been busy.

School has started, but is finally settling down, I lost my job, and have been really sick for 2 weeks. But I am still jobless, and I must say I have been on many edges. Pushed far enough to snap at some people and pick a fight, but it ended fine, if you should wonder. I have called every single shop, resturant and companies, you name it! Only one job interview that went down the drain again.. But! Again I have a job interview, this Monday, I am very excited since I saw their announce and their job seems really good, I really hope to get it!

Now beside this I have been restless. No jobs means no activity, at least it has made me get out and start running, I was not aware I needed this quick of activity, but I intend to keep my habit of running, and to be honest it feels great to see I make progress every night as I am able to keep the pace for longer.

I have started to read a lot again, it feels nice to read once again, I have missed it, but just felt a kind of roof on top of my head, as my head said "no! We don't want to!" so it feels nice to start do it again, I still have a few books I never got to read. I also wrote, but most got kicked out in the trash, however I let one poem survive though as I was very pleased with it. I even made a movie with it, that I will try get on here or at least link.

Tonight is going to be calm, but I have a busy Saturday and Sunday, i am afraid it cannot be expected that I get here. Oh well, back to business.

I have feel stretched out on each avaible edge there is in my life, pushed out to the hatred and fear, and then the happiness and joy, it has been up and downs with sickness and lose of job that really has not been pleasant I must admit. I am finally feeling like I am not losing but gaining needed experience on how to find a job, I have been extremly effective, I got over all shops and resturants and hotels through 2 days. Without luck though, but I had searched and asked. Bad luck I would guess.

Now I am going to go off leaving the poem at the buttom of this page.



And God called down on his messiah.
Foresaid him to save and create.
To cast away his life and heart for him
That God would be his one and only
God called his messiah to safe his creation
Named him son in a dove’s glove.
God foresaw his enemies and pain and named it human.
For in his image his enemy rose
And so his messiah should save him.
But he refused.