Random Thoughts. 5:00 Funk.

Random Thoughts. 5:00am Funk.
By Robert Burford Jr.

Every time I listen to "In A Silent Way (Rehearsal)" I think back to a day when I tried to be Romantic. I was still with Sarah and it was Valentines Day. It was the first Valentines day besides with my Ex Fiance that meant something to me. I was happy . They were times like others that buying something for somebody would be something that makes me feel whole. Listening to it , It makes me wish I wasn't the hopeless romantic. I'm not mad. Sarah appreciated , Elisa Appreciated it and even that Crazy Bitch with a heart liked it.
My mind loves to put me in movie like situations. Hoping the one I like will show up at the door and say
" Robert It's Been You All Along"
Instead of
" So you think you can talk to Brandon for me?"

You see I'm not a hater , and I haven't seen one love story too many. It's just , I was born with a lot of love. Its something knowing , somewhere the one I love is either thinking the same thing or is Dropping out of college , either one. What? College is expensive!

Seeing as I should once again signed up for classes , I have not. LAME huh? So , Mr. Bob , why do you write these anecdotes no one reads?

Well the answer is simple my friends. I'm insane. If it entertains me , it's all that matters. Hell even my brother doesn't read them , but I still love him deeply. Sarah read them , and actually liked them , like no bullshit , I'm not flattering you and liked for me to read them like them. It was insane, which is why I think I became so depressed.
Our minds where at love at first thought , but was it love at first sight? I don't know and really don't care. It's seems to me like it just ain't right that I was shown the preview but didn't have the muster for the whole thing. I'm glad she's happy though and she whom she is always around is happy too. It's like it was the Lego piece that was always there but never put together.
Randomly writing It reminds me of a story:

The Tale Of Sir Galahads ( For Love)

Sir Galahads was a fierce knight who rode his horse on every full moon.
The Moon acting as a spotlight
Shining On It's Fearless Leader
He Rode and Rode
Yet nobody knew where too
He rode to find
Someone to complete him
To share his ride
Into a eventual sunrise
Though Brave
No one saw him
As if the princess he saved
Was always asleep when doing so
She woke up one day
Heard the gallop
It was too late
As the horse who neighed in the Night
Was galloping alone
Rusted and Torn
He'd Given Up
Fierce In War
He Lost The Battle.

God Bless and Good Nite
-Robert


(c)2008