pictures of you, pictures of me,
remind us all of what we used to be.

i just spoke to an old friend,
one whom i've known for years
but never really known...
you know, the kind of friend
you've spoken to, but just never
really ... s p o k e.

so today we decided to finally
unwrapped the bubble wrap
& police lines around us...
to allow each other into our own
little circles of trust.

we spoke about transitions,
& family, & past loves, & new loves,
& passions, & finances, & loans,
& houses, & disappointments,
& hurts, & work, & pets, & health,
& a whole myriad of other topics
one would never have guessed
would ever intertwine.

amidst all our conversation,
as each topic flowed into each other,
this reminder kept getting stronger:
who are we but the stories we tell,
or the stories we choose to keep?

all these battlescars i have
kept secret under these clothes,
they are only just memories
until i weave the words
to make them a chapter
of a book labelled, "boo's story".

so as i will go along my way today
with some renewed perspective
of a life i'm living, the life i'm leading...
writing more chapters for my book
- my masterpiece, which as of today,
25 years & a week in the making.

there never really is one
final act of transition.
neither is there really an end
to a transitionary period
in a person's life.

we're all in transit -
on a train, bus, plane, or boat of life.
transiting, waiting, missing connections,
running across platforms... all that jazz.

calling for all remaining passengers
on karma flight 251 enroute to destiny
please board the plane according to
your row numbers...

excuse me, that's me
- i am in transit.

b.

if this is how 2008 is going
to look like for me...
i'm going to be one heckuva
happy bunny.

i wouldn't have wanted it
any other way -
to close 2007 surrounded
by my wonderful family,
my ever faithful bay...
& close friends near & dear
to my heart.

hello 2008,
you're looking mighty fine.



b.