words are unspoken thoughts blown away in the wind caught between train tracks
expired
“it’s not that I take things for granted. It’s just that, well, sometimes, things grow ordinary. And I don’t want things to only be essential and expected. I want things to be exciting and extraordinary.” And, what’s so wrong about that? So, I’ll bring my own excitement. have I already written that somewhere?
i’m ready to climb walls.
When your ambition is slower than your idleness, you got yourself a little problem. Somehow hearts and ‘love’ wake me up, though. It’s like the scent of coffee or a sincere smile. Those things get me going. Me pongo las pilas!
how many years does that equal to?
“I love you to the moon and back”. What a poop phrase. cliché? It’s overdone. It’s more than extra. It is ridiculous and burnt up. (grr…ridiculous. unless you say to your baby or , i’ll give you up to toddler years because they don’t really get time and space, yet!) I mean, that’s like saying…
…and maybe today
A little work with dinner and Christmas tree in the evening. But, when I got up today, I thought… hmmm, and maybe today I can get motivated. I didn’t. Instead, I started a little work in the evening. And, I made dinner. And then I thought, “hmmm, and maybe tomorrow I’ll get movin’.” Yes, tomorrow…
same ol’ thing
They say if we want change we have to do things differently. I want change, but why do I start the year on PCH? Every year. Stuck.
oh, never mind
When we sit for a minute, or two And they’ll ask us about our past, We’ll talk about persons we loved. I’ll say, “oh, well, I once knew a man…” and I’ll sigh, “Oh, never mind.” And when they ask you about past loves, You’ll say, “Oh, yes. Well, there was a girl named…” And…
searching for “The mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god” – Ways to cope with the Short Day Blues
Dear mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god, Hi, it’s me. Um. Moody. You know, because Autumn is here. That’s all. Hey, the short days are here. So, are you ready? Here is a list on how to handle the short day bleus. Get that good music out and pretend it’s summertime by the lake. Get to the grocery…
Sometimes i get all quote-y and stuff. When can I clock out?
“How the hell could a person enjoy being awakened at 6:30AM, by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to…
#whyImarch
When someone asks you what’s the point? I marched because I can. I march for my girls. I marched for my mother, for my sisters, for my friends for the all the other women who I haven’t seen or met. I marched because some couldn’t march. I marched for the underprivileged woman and the privileged. It’s…
a little light
First, we were in shock. Then sad, then pissed off. It makes me so upset to know that this man was elected to be our next president. Then I read this. I’m just happy I live here and know that bigotry and hate do not blind the majority of the people that are in my…
true measures
Fractions of moments and slices of life: those things are not seasonal, like lemonade in the summertime.
never plan a picnic
I wasn’t sure you’d come, but, I was going to plan a picnic. Then, I thought, if you don’t come, I’ll have to call it “dinner.” So, I never plan a picnic.
My Sunday Best shelved and suspended
What are we missing? And, why has it left? And what do you want? These are not words of love or hope. For clarity, it’s a question about the things that grow. And about the things that won’t grow. Anymore. We forget the right things and focus on the tedious and monotonous things. We focus on doing the things…
an apology
An apology note from an old friend made me think, what does “sorry” mean, anyway? One single word against a load of pretty bad actions. It doesn’t seem fair, but a seemingly sincere “sorry” can overpower ‘bad’ things, I guess. Maybe. Right? And, I mean, ‘bad’? What is “bad”? So, I guess it’s better to…
the grand state of being a perpetual beginner
I’m not fond of the words novice or newbie. (well, I don’t completely hate them, but I prefer other words!) I like the word beginner. I’m not sure that I’m a beginner at everything, but I like to look at things as if it’s the first time or as if it’s the last time I’ll see…
life is a bowl of coffee…
Well, something like that. Life was like that for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee. Fresh, hot, milky coffee. This little bit of time…
sometimes i doodle.
Sometimes I doodle on the “MEMO” app on my fone. I take notes, too. But I doodle a lot..with my finger… just for kicks and for, well for nothing. For nothing. Le Petit Prince. Because, well, rest in peace prince. And I like le petit prince…, so this is what I had in mind when…
still life with pail and stick
Q: What did the stick say to the pail? A: Nothing. They are both incapable of communicating. They just sat there getting rusty and old. Lifeless. Unable to move on their own. Simple, inanimate objects. ppppBUT … If they had a voice, I imagine the stick would say to the pail, “Hey, you look…
do not pass
There was a man on a boat on the other side of the sea. I stood on the hill and waved at him. I wonder if he waved back at me?
Here’s my corner of the universe
Here’s my corner of the universe. Then, I thought of a quote I heard from this french psychiatrist… so I had to google and find the actual quote. What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe? –Jacques Lacan
Um, party of one. The art of eating alone
There’s always room for breakfast. Well, sometimes, there isn’t time for it. Breakfast can be something you look forward to. You go to bed and think, hmmm. What am I going to do tomorrow? What exciting thing am I going to come up with in the morning? Who’s going to like this or that? And what…
reality won’t go away…swoosh (VIDEO)
It’s like an endless drizzle. Not that you want it to go away. You know what they say? One man’s reality is another man’s abstract. Well, I’m not sure if that’s said or not, but it should be said. And, I said it.
rain, sleet and the attempt at a love poem. (VIDEO)
These words are a love poem for you to let you know someone loves you without regrets, Without expectations, without pride. It’s only pure and genuine love. Who knows where this love came from? Or when this love happened? Or how love began? Love can’t answer these questions. In light or darkness, in public…