i've heard it said that you take the weather with you, and since i really can't afford the extra airfare for hurricanes i guess i'll just ride out the storm and wait to travel on a clearer day.
i'm trying to help my sense of urgency understand its sense of direction
winter casts its inertia over all things... like tonic immobility..
i quietly hide and wait for it to pass.
i think that dolphins always have a smile on their face because they know that they are the stars of the show, no matter how many sailboats are around
i listened to the (s) now fall in (g)iant sheets of fro zen vap (or)dinarily with little sound.
bad santa jail
the memories' roots still thrive although the blooms withered and died long ago.
we're all like tops..... constantly spinning.
trying to find our balance....
we may spin alone.. we may bump into one another but we always spin on our own volition...
afraid to slow down knowing we would spin no longer.
it doesn't matter what you see when you open your eyes, if the sun doesn't shine for you
sometimes.... it's necessary to rake leaves even during a windstorm.
the trick is hanging on to the rake.
if no one is listening... is it still a story?
dogs.
they embrace the oddities of man and still adore him anyway.
i often think of the many moments that make up my day and wonder exactly how many of those moments are required to make up my life?
p is for pumpkin that sat on the sill and waited for halloween to come until...... the knife came out, the carving began the pumpkin jumped up and away it ran
when memories of people and their lives can no longer be contained under one single rooftop, they float up into the sky and make rainbows.
do you know what i mean? she asked me.... and i said i did, but of course... how could i ever really know especially when she wasn't sure herself and there were still so many deceptions yet to be embraced.
i always carry a rolling pin around with me, just because i never know when i might be in need of an emergency apple pie.
each time, i unravel just a little less
more of me in tact
more of me
is it harder to leave? or to be the one left behind?
there is a time to leave. there is a time to be left.
i'm just having difficulty understanding which it is that i am doing at this time.