Cory LaViska

My perpetually changing, personal waste of cyberspace.

River

[preacher]
just hollow shells of what had once held vibrant life
you hear me right now
no matter how much else you may have going for you
if the river ever leaves
you die

[chorus]
if i go down by the river to pray
i don't even know what i'll say
i guess i'll save it for another day
but lord i gotta know
if somehow my body dies before i awaken
where will my soul be taken
i guess we'll save that for another day
lord save me just another day 

The Field

I keep having this dream. I'm walking in a field. It's really late, or maybe really early. I feel safe…I think. I don't know where I am.

The air is cold. The grass is wet, like an early morning dew has settled on it. My shoes are damp from it. I'm walking, but I don't know to where.

To My Son

Exactly nineteen months ago we were in this same hospital, eagerly waiting to meet your sister. Today, it's your turn.

In a matter of hours you'll be in my arms. I can't wait to see your face for the first time. To hold your hand. To see your eyes.

Sophie's First Amazon Order

I didn't think this would happen for at least a few more years, but a couple days ago our nine month old ordered her first lightning deal from Amazon using an unlocked iPhone (whoops).

Behold, all the laundry baskets we'll ever need.

On Top of the World

If you ask me what I want out of life, you'll get a simple answer. But getting there has been anything but simple. I work my ass off, but there's always more to do. I try to save money, but there are always more bills to pay. I try to be the best husband and father I can be, but there's never enough time.

At some point, the world started spinning too fast. I used to be the guy who had his shit together. Now I feel lost, wandering around in the fog of my own thoughts completely directionless. I've never felt so lonely — so helpless.