Thanks be given.

I live in a thankless land. A place that doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving is like a dried out piece of bread. No one likes it unless it is covered in gravy. That is this place. Flowing with a river of gravy.

I am thankful for knowledge. For what little I have and the infinite amount I am able to get.

I am thankful for friends. For how few I’ve got and the infinite amount I am unable to get.

I am thankful to MakMak.ca for being open today so I can get some Pad Thai.

I am thankful for books, because I can’t read my own writing.

I’m thankful for music, because I can’t sing.

I’m looking out my window,
I can see all the good and the bad,
And I’m trying to be thankful,
For all the past fortunes I’ve had,
I’m standing at the window,
Trying to stay off the ledge,
‘Cause when you’re drawn to the window,
You’re also drawn to the edge.

If there’s a hole in your soul,
Think about it as though,
It’s nothing more than a window,
And you can look deep within,
Then start to begin,
To repair what damage there is.

I’m staring into the window,
I can see my pain in its pane,
I’m trapped inside the window,
Encased in its frame,
I’m trying to open the window,
Pushing against the glass,
Is it a passage to the future,
or a portal to the past?

If there’s a hole in your soul?…

-SNFU, A Hole In Your Soul, In The Meantime and In Between Time