darling night...

With the onset of the week, (who cares if tomorrow is a holiday) I’m reminded of the tiny little pin-prick of light that awaits me at the end of this black vortex of drawn out military servitude. I can’t imagine the color of my life when it is done… I have an idea and I ponder it without fail in those last waking moments before precious sleep. The day comes and I have to wake up knowing my life isn’t planned out… my future is open yawing out in front of me with brilliant light and deep dark jagged turns and canyons.
Failure and success are sure to greet me, (I don’t know in which order). The faces are softer and speak with less authority, but the scenario is the same. It’s me with my feet kicked up in some office… art proofs spread around, the view from my window is of this city and everyone in it is waiting for my ideas. I have so many, and so many that I’ve tucked away, deemed useless in the world of red, white and blue, eagles and globes and all things air force. When will that day come? These nights are getting longer…