Story Time: The Trip To The UPS

Waiting for a package to arrive

Suspense is hanging in the air

I hurry home to open the prize

But only find a note there

Another day, another plan to time

I chart my journey to the source

But there it seems they cannot find

My package, reason, or an alternate course

So home I travel, seething

Full of rage and indignation

And then the phone is ringing

There is news from the station

My package they did discover

When I was moments from home

Should I return to the center

Or have the pick up postponed

In the end I did return

Weary of the trials and stress

And though UPS I'd like to burn

With my new bag, this I did suppress

Hump Day!

Today is hump day, or the middle of the week, 

Which means that its time for a little celebration.

On the internet, its also Whovian Wednesday

For me, its also two days away from my nervous break down

Between packing up my apartment,

Still putting a full 40 hour week in at work

And all the last minute goodbyes (which are eerily similar to trying to proposition me to have a no strings attached hook up before I leave the state),

Lets just say, I might be

Just a little bit

In the End

It falls to the call, the call of the sky

Sitting in the cool breeze of yester-nights

The misty morning is my favorite dream

You were the star and sun shinning brightly

We could have been the kings

It falls to the call, the song of the why

Petals making shadows to please the cause

The foggy night of dark rum and schemes

You were the pain that I could have fought

We could've balanced on moon beams

It falls to the call, the last note of an ally

Looking down empty corridors of childish laws

And with more words, I disbanded the team

You were the captain and I the rogue shot

We couldn't see and we couldn't be

- Britny Musson

I just submitted my application to UCAS

Moving: My top 5 least favorite parts

• Having to pack up everything

• Being pestered to organize a fairwell get together

• Time Zones and the people who forget about them

• Job Hunting

• My last full week at work

Monday

Traipsing
Into meetings with nothing
Creating reports
Kindly declining responsibilities

Treating my moments
Obliging the boredom
Caffieine is careening through
Kicking myself in

Trembling
Into another day
Carefully landing before
Killing off the buzz

Today is the second to last
Over puddles, I go jumping
Coughing up the last
Knee sock hiked up, unmatched

-B. M. Musson

It Kept Him At Bay

He told me that it was my casual openess,

my lack of fear in the face of propriety,

my unwillingness to yield to others

and their staunch expectations of me.

How have I been tasked with this,

to bare a love for someone who doesn’t

understand

but never demands?

Someone who refuses to see,

believe,

or trust in the honesty of me.

But in that moment I saw myself

as the person I needed beside me,

to champion my choices in life;

to fill the well of which I freely give

my heart,

my mind,

my laughter,

my stories,

my time.

© Britny Musson