- This and That
The art of moving on is in fact not an art but a science like nuclear physics or microbiology. Unfortunately, the only science I have ever dabbled in is magnetism.
Often times my brain is as blind as my sight. Seeing with my heart gets me no closer to my destination than riding a three legged donkey through the desert.
Technicolor Straight Coat
Loneliness comes in many colors. I could have knitted myself a rainbow straight jacket by now. Instead I paint with a smirk and hope to get back to complimentary.
We spend time worrying about clouds instead of following our instincts. If we keep looking up like that we’re sure to get struck by lightning and forever spend time feeling zapped.
Faith is the passage to a quiet mind. Apparently it works for nerves and monsters in the closet too.
There’s nothing saying that knowing yourself means you like yourself any more. Perhaps I shall choose to be someone else for a little while longer.
I err for it makes me stronger. Besides… perfection is boring and I hear it gives you cooties.
Lately I crave the sun, take deep breaths and drive with the windows down. I think everyone should feel like they can fly in traffic.
In Search of Meaning
I had a dream where the meaning of my life was written on a chalkboard floating in the clouds. I approached on a hippity-hop and then awoke; perhaps if I used a bicycle instead but bicycles can’t float.
I lie here wide-awake with a heavy head. One day I will need a forklift just to start my day or perhaps a Bloody Mary.
I wish I could throw away my clocks and learn to not worry about time, but then I would miss getting to the theater early experiencing the sticky floors and bad music.
I used to have the feeling that I was being watched all the time until I realized that I was watching myself, waiting for me to do something unexpected, like age.
Orange used to be a color I dreaded but I remember how push-up ice cream made me feel and now I want to paint my walls orange if only I could get over the stickiness.
Great expectations are like jobs done right, they only succeed if you’re the one doing the fulfilling.
Sometimes I forget to write; be it emotional or instructional. Sometimes I forget to cry; on the outside and the inside. But I never forget to feel whether I want to or not.
Aging is full of obstacles and everyone embraces it differently. I, for one, am handling it as gracefully as a hurdler in a miniskirt.