Defining Icarus

How my days are filled now, I cannot understand. But i'm here, tired from the day. The day that feels like two days. I am weary and alive. It's like someone sat down and defined my day like a television show episode, complete with commercial breaks.

Like previous mornings, I awoke and went about the daily routine. I spoke with people, I planned my evening (I was teaching tonight) and, in general, did mundane things. I was waiting for Libra to call. I needed to get the Jeep back. Finally, she called and we went. We picked up the Jeep and some Taco Bell and returned to her apartment.

She died her hair. Red. A good red. A vibrant red that matches the person who wears it. Red hair against those blue eyes, it's like a constant epic battle of the colors. The cool and the warm, the icy and the hot vying for supremacy. Her own insane dichotomy.

Then I went home. (commercial break). I spent some time finishing my preparations and did a little writing. I was going to post, but something made me wait to see how the rest of the day went.

To the school I went, though not the place I was teaching tonight. Another campus, further away had need of me this evening. But first, a detour and hoping to catch a glimpse of Kat. She wasn't there. I gathered the necessities for my class and headed out once again.

It's a long drive to that other place. I called LJ on my way down. She was there. We talked for almost the entire trip. I wish I had more words to share with her. I wish I could tell her that everything would be ok, and wisk her away to somewhere that would make everything work and be better and not feel so faded and drab. I want to redefine her life for her but I can't, instead I offer my shoulder.

Then class. Where someone stated "Dude, where'd you get all that energy? You're like really excited about this stuff." And I smiled and nodded and said "Well yeah, I'm supposed to be right?". It was a good time. I hope that at least some of those present enjoyed themselves as much as I did. I'm my own best entertainer. But i'm also the teacher, so I always worry, and try to make sure they learn.

Then the drive home. Somehow Libra and I can talk for hours. I still can't define the part of our relationship, but my cell phone can attest to our conversation length. It's marathon to say the least. Even after an entire car ride, I talked to her just before this for quite a while. We always find so many things to talk about. Or, if there is nothing, then we talk about that.

So now, I sit here, trying to make sense of the day. I keep coming back to the same things. I keep thinking of ways to help LJ, knowing I can't. I keep wishing for the clarity that Miashell needs now. I keep wanting to find a way, a serum or drug or potion that will release Libra from some of her past and let her soar with these new found wings. These wings she's so afraid of.

We are Icarus. All of us, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't fly.

Things I learned today:
- Friendship is like a dandelion, it just seems to spring up, no rhyme, no reason, just POOF, friend.
- One should always cut hair with the proper scissors. As in, sharp ones.
- Storytellers make the world go 'round and one in particular is spinning me in circles recently. Investigative reporter or tall-tale-teller, she makes me smile.