Darkness - A Poem

I wrote this poem while I was in Kiev. Enjoy.
Criticism welcome.

When Darkness' heart beats youthfully
and he raises himself over all
when the night feels cold as ever
old as ever
bold as ever
and it seems the sun will rise no more
must I wake the morning?

I finally got a brother (-in-law)!!!!

Mazal Tov to my dearest sister and her Chosson who celebrated their wedding this past week.
Were so proud of you all grown up!!!!! And were so happy that you have such a wonderful husband.
Mazal Tov to my parents and their mechutanim and all of the family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo!

cyber hording

I find that I am unable to delete things from G-mail, Facebook, or my computer's hard drive.
I have thousands of e-mails still in my inbox, and loads of documents or files I will probably never ever use.
However, there is a tiny voice in the back of my head that says, "What if?"
"What if you need to read conversations you had a year and a half ago."
So my inbox is endlessly cluttered. Maybe I'm a sucker for nostalgia.
Maybe I'm afraid of losing evidence. Like maybe I won't remember things clearly without the aid of old chat logs and thousands of photographs which aren't of very good quality.
On the other hand, maybe I don't need to remember every thing that has ever happened in fine detail.
Maybe if I "clean up" I could refresh my brain and clear up emotional and intellectual space for focusing on the present. Maybe I have fallen pray to nostalgia and gotten caught in a loop of relating to and falling back on that which I already know, rather than launching myself into the great unknown.
Hrmmmmmm.

I sort of thought up a whole poem I wanted to write about something, but I haven't been able to make myself sit down to do it yet. The main inspiration was snow. I saw the forecast is snow for Friday and I am going to bez"h be in Brooklyn then so maybe I'll put some pen to paper.

Good Night/Good Morning/Good Afternoon world!

The other side of the table

I'm on shlichus now in yeshiva... teaching bochurim how to learn... helping them make baby steps in limudim.
It is strange BUT exciting to be sitting on the OTHER side of the table.
"no sing the gemara like this..."

My ears hurt

Deplaned hours ago and they still haven't returned to normal. Chewing gum hasn't helped. If I hold my nose closed and try to blow then the air comes out of my eyes instead of out of my ears...

nu nu. Gam zu letova!

Tommorow morning: Shlichus. I can't believe it is really true. I am a shliach. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Would have liked to be by The Rebbe for Yud Shevat but The Rebbe said "to be near, go far" and I'm needed.

Interesting fact: It snowed in every single state in the U.S.A except for Florida. Even Hawaii got some snow.

Hope you're all warm and cozy out there in internet land!

The Fall

I'm peering over the edge and a voice inside my head says "Jump!" and then everything starts to spin. I wobble and teeter dangerously as a nauseous feeling rises in my stomache. The picture is blurred, and the soundtrack is low fidelity raucous racket. Everything is incomprehensible and then I am falling endlessly. Just as I am about to slam into the ground I am suddenly standing back on the edge of the very same cliff from where I have fallen and I have the presence of mind to take a few steps backward and then sit on the ground. I put my head in my knees and rock myself until I fall asleep. Hoping desperately to wake up in a world with much less dangerous topography.