Dan Brown days... now those were special times!
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I am happily living in the mountains and the mauntains are living in me. There is no other place right now that speaks to my soul the way nature does. I am learning more about life then I have ever thought possible. Here. Now. Loving. And living. Expressing. And enjoying. Letting winds guide my hot air balloon and pink heart shaped balloon.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
waiting
]4/14/06
As I sit and wait
And wait
And wait
And weigh the options…
Stay in
Go out
Stay put
Go far
I [cannot help but] conceptualize where my anticipation comes from
It comes from the memory of my pasts
From a dream still in the future
From reality…
While…
It adds more
weight
to my shoulders
I have been here before, I recall
I recall and retell,
I have seen this all before
I have known this reaction and been dealt this same hand
Once before, I remind myself
And there is nothing left for me to do but weigh the odds
Calculate chances
Will the outcome be the same if I…
Stay in
Go out
Stay put
Go far
So I wait
And wait
And wait
For a new deal
For a call
For a change
And when I get the call, it is not at all what I expected
As I sit and wait
And wait
And wait
And weigh the options…
Stay in
Go out
Stay put
Go far
I [cannot help but] conceptualize where my anticipation comes from
It comes from the memory of my pasts
From a dream still in the future
From reality…
While…
It adds more
weight
to my shoulders
I have been here before, I recall
I recall and retell,
I have seen this all before
I have known this reaction and been dealt this same hand
Once before, I remind myself
And there is nothing left for me to do but weigh the odds
Calculate chances
Will the outcome be the same if I…
Stay in
Go out
Stay put
Go far
So I wait
And wait
And wait
For a new deal
For a call
For a change
And when I get the call, it is not at all what I expected
truth travel passion
12/6/05
Wandering traveler
Wherever you are going you always look two steps ahead
Pacifying your desire to fight or flight
Weary traveler
…
But did you see today
Things happened that hadn’t happened yesterday
Things that changed my mind to TRUST right around
…
The truth is I don’t know my passion.
Passionate.
To feel passion.
There has to be something that one is passionate about.
I am passionless.
But only for awhile.
…
Wandering traveler
Wherever you are going you always look two steps ahead
Pacifying your desire to fight or flight
Weary traveler
…
But did you see today
Things happened that hadn’t happened yesterday
Things that changed my mind to TRUST right around
…
The truth is I don’t know my passion.
Passionate.
To feel passion.
There has to be something that one is passionate about.
I am passionless.
But only for awhile.
…
I was raised in the now
8/31/05
I was raised in the now
where the crucial battle against longevity
is being fought by bullshitters/fashionistas
Selling bulimia on their own secret play
ground
I was raised in the now
Where our sons barely grown
Are being airlifted away
to a place where they are blown
Up
I was raised in the now
Where to think about the soon
You have to think about the then and
How
Was
I raised in the now
Where the things I’ve not done in the past
Are coming back to haunt my children of the future
The rays of sun from man woman and seed
The sounds of laughter, joy and greed
These are the songs of my childhood
Of peace
And hope
And free love
While free sex is a given
And free education is not applicable to the average citizen
Well, that’s just free-dumb
Though we vote and we shout
Through blood sweat and strife
So our future of seed will one day bloom bright
--
Bloom larger than life
Bloom clearer than skies
Bloom deeper than roots
Bloom faster than light
I was raised in the now
Where the weeds we spent years to bushwhack
Are carefully re-sown in the very soil
We call America
I was raised in the now
Where there is a second coming of age
and this time it’s our time
To take back the RIGHT
Not give up the fight
I was raised in the now
Where it is unclear who the people’s leader is
A one track minded, Iraqi family funded, overly offended government appendage
That does not respect my rules:
No running on the blacktop
No bullying
No foul language
No cheating
No self-righteous assholes
No motherfucking pricks
No pieces of shits who consciously, are aware of the risks, and still charge forward with too little support
No cheesy joking, sleazy smiling, hairline winning faux president will ever be MY leader.
I was raised in the now
Where I found tomorrow.
I was raised in the now
where the crucial battle against longevity
is being fought by bullshitters/fashionistas
Selling bulimia on their own secret play
ground
I was raised in the now
Where our sons barely grown
Are being airlifted away
to a place where they are blown
Up
I was raised in the now
Where to think about the soon
You have to think about the then and
How
Was
I raised in the now
Where the things I’ve not done in the past
Are coming back to haunt my children of the future
The rays of sun from man woman and seed
The sounds of laughter, joy and greed
These are the songs of my childhood
Of peace
And hope
And free love
While free sex is a given
And free education is not applicable to the average citizen
Well, that’s just free-dumb
Though we vote and we shout
Through blood sweat and strife
So our future of seed will one day bloom bright
--
Bloom larger than life
Bloom clearer than skies
Bloom deeper than roots
Bloom faster than light
I was raised in the now
Where the weeds we spent years to bushwhack
Are carefully re-sown in the very soil
We call America
I was raised in the now
Where there is a second coming of age
and this time it’s our time
To take back the RIGHT
Not give up the fight
I was raised in the now
Where it is unclear who the people’s leader is
A one track minded, Iraqi family funded, overly offended government appendage
That does not respect my rules:
No running on the blacktop
No bullying
No foul language
No cheating
No self-righteous assholes
No motherfucking pricks
No pieces of shits who consciously, are aware of the risks, and still charge forward with too little support
No cheesy joking, sleazy smiling, hairline winning faux president will ever be MY leader.
I was raised in the now
Where I found tomorrow.
I never felt
3/29/06
I never felt like opening up…
You know I tried
To unfold my life
I struggled through my days
My nights
I’d cry and fight
I’d barely breathe
I was pushing boulders
Too large to move
Not sure it was even rock
I was choking back tears
Too deep to let flow/drop
Back down to earth
But then I slowed my pace
And grew patience like a seed
I began accepting the passing days
With sun rays
And revel the ones with rain
And now I am open
To what is next
To being opened
To being broken
I once said more than words will do
But I’ve discovered “more than words”
Will find their way to crush
I worry where I’d be
Without speaking my peace/piece of mind
And so I do in face of fear itself
To that I am blind
I’ve seen the love
The hate
Displayed across the faces
Of my watch
I had convinced myself
It would never be mine to touch
Waiting for my creases to be smoothed
Before I allowed the rush
My head was aching
My heart was breaking
The earth was shaking
Right under my feet
And here you are
And I am here
Just listen for the ticking of my watch
Telling us the right time is life
I’ve never seen the kind of things that I do with you
I don’t mean the things we see
I mean the things we do
I love your complexity
The hex of your wine
[Drives me to ecstasy]
You are the dream of my exorcism
My vision
Of truth
Separate my lips from closure
Kiss me with your mind
So I’ll open up.
My hand is open
My heart is open
My mind is open
Let us swing our arms round and round
And give silence no more place or time.
I never felt like opening up…
You know I tried
To unfold my life
I struggled through my days
My nights
I’d cry and fight
I’d barely breathe
I was pushing boulders
Too large to move
Not sure it was even rock
I was choking back tears
Too deep to let flow/drop
Back down to earth
But then I slowed my pace
And grew patience like a seed
I began accepting the passing days
With sun rays
And revel the ones with rain
And now I am open
To what is next
To being opened
To being broken
I once said more than words will do
But I’ve discovered “more than words”
Will find their way to crush
I worry where I’d be
Without speaking my peace/piece of mind
And so I do in face of fear itself
To that I am blind
I’ve seen the love
The hate
Displayed across the faces
Of my watch
I had convinced myself
It would never be mine to touch
Waiting for my creases to be smoothed
Before I allowed the rush
My head was aching
My heart was breaking
The earth was shaking
Right under my feet
And here you are
And I am here
Just listen for the ticking of my watch
Telling us the right time is life
I’ve never seen the kind of things that I do with you
I don’t mean the things we see
I mean the things we do
I love your complexity
The hex of your wine
[Drives me to ecstasy]
You are the dream of my exorcism
My vision
Of truth
Separate my lips from closure
Kiss me with your mind
So I’ll open up.
My hand is open
My heart is open
My mind is open
Let us swing our arms round and round
And give silence no more place or time.
I am and always will be
9/05/05
I am and always will be that hunger.
That hunger for a thunderstorm that will rock the boat and crumble walls, like the fall of Rome.
We’ve had enough lies Caesar/Bush/Jesus
Just tell me where and when
We’ll be there to contend our rights, our fights, our insights.
Your selfless ego can help where we go.
I am and always will be that hunger.
That hunger for a thunderstorm that will rock the boat and crumble walls, like the fall of Rome.
We’ve had enough lies Caesar/Bush/Jesus
Just tell me where and when
We’ll be there to contend our rights, our fights, our insights.
Your selfless ego can help where we go.
Gotta Love It
8/31/05
These systematic notches on my waistline
Are created by every baker of couture fashion
Whose sizes will only fit me if I don’t eat that
key lime pie.
---
But why
die just to be thin
Try and squeeze in
To “fit in”
Only to quit every quick and fading fast fad diet.
Why ignore the comfort
the connection
the confection
so the size fits just right, is
really the only question when I ask myself
why are these pants so snug
why don’t I have a man to lean in and hug
If only I’d enjoy myself and indulge in
My life
My body
My spirit
My soul
And realize the right size is just this
I am me
And these are my hips
My thighs
And my voluptuous ass
Love it!
No matter the number of bakers baking the precise
Small dress size is nice
“Oh, dessert?”
I’ll have to think twice
…and pass.
Because these systematic notches on my waistline
Are so untrue for me
so unnatural
I have to work twice as hard to NOT get it
Because I love it.
I love that creamy tarty key lime pie
Especially when I’m told I shouldn’t.
Especially when I believe, “Oh I couldn’t”
That very delectable key lime pie is nothing but sweet to me.
Believe me I’ve tried it.
Every yoyo, jelly craig, no thanks I’ll watch my own weight diet.
And here I am
Same rosy cheeked, big boned, childbearing, curvy booty chick
It’s the same shit
(They make me and I make them)
Gotta love it!
A group of interacting, interrelated, or interdependent elements forming a complex whole-system
These systematic notches on my waistline
Are created by every baker of couture fashion
Whose sizes will only fit me if I don’t eat that
key lime pie.
---
But why
die just to be thin
Try and squeeze in
To “fit in”
Only to quit every quick and fading fast fad diet.
Why ignore the comfort
the connection
the confection
so the size fits just right, is
really the only question when I ask myself
why are these pants so snug
why don’t I have a man to lean in and hug
If only I’d enjoy myself and indulge in
My life
My body
My spirit
My soul
And realize the right size is just this
I am me
And these are my hips
My thighs
And my voluptuous ass
Love it!
No matter the number of bakers baking the precise
Small dress size is nice
“Oh, dessert?”
I’ll have to think twice
…and pass.
Because these systematic notches on my waistline
Are so untrue for me
so unnatural
I have to work twice as hard to NOT get it
Because I love it.
I love that creamy tarty key lime pie
Especially when I’m told I shouldn’t.
Especially when I believe, “Oh I couldn’t”
That very delectable key lime pie is nothing but sweet to me.
Believe me I’ve tried it.
Every yoyo, jelly craig, no thanks I’ll watch my own weight diet.
And here I am
Same rosy cheeked, big boned, childbearing, curvy booty chick
It’s the same shit
(They make me and I make them)
Gotta love it!
A group of interacting, interrelated, or interdependent elements forming a complex whole-system
good versus bad
When things are good, I have less to say. When things are bad, I could write a book. Why is it so much harder to express positive thoughts and praises than slander?
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4/4/06
At night I step into my life a little deeper than I have before.
This is when the things I have seen seem brighter or darker,
And profoundly affect my daily existence.
In my dreams, doors are opened I didn’t know were hinged.
People respond in ways I haven’t dared to ask of them.
And emotions are felt like the lapping of waves upon my toes,
Every day I wake up.
[Each day the side of the bed I rise from changes.]
and wish my dreams would stick with my soul until I was able to express them to another.
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4/4/06
At night I step into my life a little deeper than I have before.
This is when the things I have seen seem brighter or darker,
And profoundly affect my daily existence.
In my dreams, doors are opened I didn’t know were hinged.
People respond in ways I haven’t dared to ask of them.
And emotions are felt like the lapping of waves upon my toes,
Every day I wake up.
[Each day the side of the bed I rise from changes.]
and wish my dreams would stick with my soul until I was able to express them to another.
first time
8/31/05
First Time
I often remember my first time as sweet.
You took me to an isolated room
A room that spun in circles until my legs shook
If reading my thoughts aloud is like opening a wide open window to my soul,
Than my aura cannot prevent the string of words
Reeling out from my physical catastrophe.
First Time
I often remember my first time as sweet.
You took me to an isolated room
A room that spun in circles until my legs shook
If reading my thoughts aloud is like opening a wide open window to my soul,
Than my aura cannot prevent the string of words
Reeling out from my physical catastrophe.
faith and love
4/14/06
FAITH AND LOVE
You can’t see through [your] lies
I want to believe your hazel eyes
Your silence is golden
Because [I believe your silence] it saves me the pain of disbelieving you… my love
I have faith in love
I have faith, my love
I have faith and love
I want to love my love
[I have to love, my love]
original- I have faith, my love. I have faith in love. I have faith and love.
Baby I want to do you right
I want to move you deep into the night
FAITH AND LOVE
You can’t see through [your] lies
I want to believe your hazel eyes
Your silence is golden
Because [I believe your silence] it saves me the pain of disbelieving you… my love
I have faith in love
I have faith, my love
I have faith and love
I want to love my love
[I have to love, my love]
original- I have faith, my love. I have faith in love. I have faith and love.
Baby I want to do you right
I want to move you deep into the night
divinity
4/14/06
All divinity asks of you
Is be true
And be kind
To me
To he
To she
And your mother and your father
To you
And your ego and your…self
Be true
And kind
And loving
For truth, kindness, and love is in you
It is you
It is for you
Surrounding you
You just have to let it
Be
Be true
Be kind
You are divine.
All divinity asks of you
Is be true
And be kind
To me
To he
To she
And your mother and your father
To you
And your ego and your…self
Be true
And kind
And loving
For truth, kindness, and love is in you
It is you
It is for you
Surrounding you
You just have to let it
Be
Be true
Be kind
You are divine.
bees and pavement
4/14/06
The piceous pavement, after heavy rains reflects my inner ego I struggle to express…
“It all sits on encouragement anyway” -me
and in response to that quote, this came out:
And so it flows…
I rise up from my seat
Stamping my feet
With the energy of 1000 bees
The buzz makes honey drip from my lips
And my hips
And the tips of my toes
[The] Honeycomb connectivity ,
the basis for my livity,
is the structure of my sweetness
The divine creation[s] of bees
So sweet
And savory
They make me free
And inspired to…
Rise [flow]
---
The jam who empower the queen bee
So she can be
And say for (savor)
Those sweet sweet savory lips that stick like glue
The piceous pavement, after heavy rains reflects my inner ego I struggle to express…
“It all sits on encouragement anyway” -me
and in response to that quote, this came out:
And so it flows…
I rise up from my seat
Stamping my feet
With the energy of 1000 bees
The buzz makes honey drip from my lips
And my hips
And the tips of my toes
[The] Honeycomb connectivity ,
the basis for my livity,
is the structure of my sweetness
The divine creation[s] of bees
So sweet
And savory
They make me free
And inspired to…
Rise [flow]
---
The jam who empower the queen bee
So she can be
And say for (savor)
Those sweet sweet savory lips that stick like glue
A ticking time bomb
5/3/06
Am I your crimson sky
At dawn barely breaking
Am I what you dream of
Deep in the night alone
Because…
You are my twinkling eye
Made of star dust and gold
You’re my knight in ivory
With crooked teeth and all
But…
Am I your drips of joy
That fall in place of tears
Am I your desired one
Whom coos your heart for years
Maybe…
I could be your tiger
And you be my dragon
The earthiness of yin
Balances spirit of yang
At least…
I will be your goddess
Rays of love forth shining
Until I depart from
Everything that I know
Until…
I travel Espana
I will not have known love
And I will not know love
Until I leave my love
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God this gun is heavy when loaded.
Am I your crimson sky
At dawn barely breaking
Am I what you dream of
Deep in the night alone
Because…
You are my twinkling eye
Made of star dust and gold
You’re my knight in ivory
With crooked teeth and all
But…
Am I your drips of joy
That fall in place of tears
Am I your desired one
Whom coos your heart for years
Maybe…
I could be your tiger
And you be my dragon
The earthiness of yin
Balances spirit of yang
At least…
I will be your goddess
Rays of love forth shining
Until I depart from
Everything that I know
Until…
I travel Espana
I will not have known love
And I will not know love
Until I leave my love
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God this gun is heavy when loaded.
Kindergarten
I dream of candy colored hair ties and paper machè dolls.
I dream of egg salad sandwiches and mouthfuls of tan bark,
I dream of slides, swing sets and tire swings… the best of them all.
I dream of naptime, recess, playtime, and quiet time,
I dream of fat Crayola crayons and tempura paint’s smell,
I dream of Room 2 and Pam Pritchard,
I dream of early and late birds and small yellow school buses,
I dream of memorizing my home phone number and address,
I dream of those big yellow envelopes we used, to take home assignments,
I dream of Sam I Am, See Sam Run and other silly stories I read,
I dream of red-tops and black-tops and rainy days,
I dream of the MP room, motor skills and hopscotch,
I dream of late passes and waiting to be picked up after school,
I dream of felt name tags and fieldtrips,
I dream of the not-mobile library mobile and place tags for the bookshelves,
I dream of innocence and curiosity,
I dream of hopes and ideas,
I dream of fearless action and active fearlessness,
I dream of childhood and family.
And if I dream enough everyday,
I will relive kindergarten.
I dream of egg salad sandwiches and mouthfuls of tan bark,
I dream of slides, swing sets and tire swings… the best of them all.
I dream of naptime, recess, playtime, and quiet time,
I dream of fat Crayola crayons and tempura paint’s smell,
I dream of Room 2 and Pam Pritchard,
I dream of early and late birds and small yellow school buses,
I dream of memorizing my home phone number and address,
I dream of those big yellow envelopes we used, to take home assignments,
I dream of Sam I Am, See Sam Run and other silly stories I read,
I dream of red-tops and black-tops and rainy days,
I dream of the MP room, motor skills and hopscotch,
I dream of late passes and waiting to be picked up after school,
I dream of felt name tags and fieldtrips,
I dream of the not-mobile library mobile and place tags for the bookshelves,
I dream of innocence and curiosity,
I dream of hopes and ideas,
I dream of fearless action and active fearlessness,
I dream of childhood and family.
And if I dream enough everyday,
I will relive kindergarten.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
"According to my psychiatrist...."
I love eavesdropping in coffee shops! The rest of the comment wasn't worthy of note, but that headline perked my ears enough to giggle a bit inside.
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I am so eager and slightly impatient about my cross country trek. Hesitant and reluctant that in all this time, I haven't been back to New York. It wasn't that beautiful city that killed me... it was my relationship with D. Our one-sided, partially hazy, very crazy friendship dictated by drugs. But that has passed. And so has the next. Now we just have to enjoy and revel in the newness that each day holds in its potential possibility.
According to my psychiatrist...
*************
I am so eager and slightly impatient about my cross country trek. Hesitant and reluctant that in all this time, I haven't been back to New York. It wasn't that beautiful city that killed me... it was my relationship with D. Our one-sided, partially hazy, very crazy friendship dictated by drugs. But that has passed. And so has the next. Now we just have to enjoy and revel in the newness that each day holds in its potential possibility.
According to my psychiatrist...
Saturday, February 14, 2009
It's been raining for days and I need new socks...
It is that time of year when being cooped up in our houses due to inclement weather is the norm. We find there is no end to our creativity because, activities we hadn't desired to pick up begin budding, from dusty corners, into breathtaking blooms. We seek an escape from boredom, and are often filled with a highly anticipated, though unused, whim of whimsicality. Everything we see that whispers spring, we latch on to as if it were Noah's ark sailing towards the warmth and change we desire. (If ever there was a time to allow for waiting... it is now.)
All that being said... I am thoroughly enjoying the wet weather mother nature is treating us to. Those last few sunny days were lovely and unexpected, but Humboldt County ultimately needed to be brought back into nature's natural life.
***I am reminded of the days when the sun shone as it should
and rains fell when due.****
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"Waiting" right now, is pleasurable... reminding me to slow down, appreciate, discover newness within myself. And transform this nettle of angst into a nest of love!!!!
Happy Valentine's Day to all my loves, past, present, and future!!!!
All that being said... I am thoroughly enjoying the wet weather mother nature is treating us to. Those last few sunny days were lovely and unexpected, but Humboldt County ultimately needed to be brought back into nature's natural life.
***I am reminded of the days when the sun shone as it should
and rains fell when due.****
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"Waiting" right now, is pleasurable... reminding me to slow down, appreciate, discover newness within myself. And transform this nettle of angst into a nest of love!!!!
Happy Valentine's Day to all my loves, past, present, and future!!!!
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
In Mendocino and enveloped in warm coffee shop haze. Embracing every ounce of sunshine and content with watery moments I have had in the past few days.
Patrick's Point. Goat Rock. Mendocino Coast.
I am going to miss the mountains I have called home for the past four months. I will always be thankful. I will always remember. I will embrace the change. And hunger for my return.
I am happy.
In a a few moments, I will also be seeing two of my lovely life journeyers. Smiles. And laughter. Brilliance. And fun. Life is good. And I hope I remember this feeling.
New opportunities. Familiar surroundings. Different adventures. Always home.
I look forward to living in the city again, though I hold some reservation to the ease that I will find work. What doesn't happen, is not meant to be. And what does, is just the beginning.
Patrick's Point. Goat Rock. Mendocino Coast.
I am going to miss the mountains I have called home for the past four months. I will always be thankful. I will always remember. I will embrace the change. And hunger for my return.
I am happy.
In a a few moments, I will also be seeing two of my lovely life journeyers. Smiles. And laughter. Brilliance. And fun. Life is good. And I hope I remember this feeling.
New opportunities. Familiar surroundings. Different adventures. Always home.
I look forward to living in the city again, though I hold some reservation to the ease that I will find work. What doesn't happen, is not meant to be. And what does, is just the beginning.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
I haven't felt this way since long ago....
Fearing God. Fearing Love. Allowing space for negativity. Trying to attract positivity. Hoping to be positive. Want to find joy again.
I made huge regression last night. Childish behavior. Instinctual, but horribly misplaced. It ended up being a disrespectful and degrading experience. But I am craving attention. I miss love. So I seek it in unhealthy unrealistic ways. I need to keep moving. I can't settle right now. I don't feel settled. And even when I sit quietly, it is unsettling instead of meditative. I like to talk the talk, and often walk the walk, but sometimes I find myself contradicting the Truth that I DO know and am blessed to understand. I feel that I just want to check out! I want to get the fuck out of here. And build my own self. I need expansion. I seek more than what is right here in front of me. I want to keep moving. I learn from every experience, and based on last night, I am reminded why I don't behave the way I did in college. It is not a true expression of all that I believe. I believe in higher heights, clear thinking/intention/communication... I seem to be at a stand still with my communication. Verbalizing my wants/desires/needs have been difficult. I feel like a turtle tucked in it's shell, fearful to open up and be vulnerable. Not actually wanting to be affected pos or neg by others. I am trying to control an uncontrollable destiny. I don't know if missing GG is the reality of my feelings? or only in the forefront of my mind because I'm lonely and a little lost? I am over this running and running of my mind and away from wherever I am. Home is where the heart is. God is within. All we need is love. and at that... Let it be!
I made huge regression last night. Childish behavior. Instinctual, but horribly misplaced. It ended up being a disrespectful and degrading experience. But I am craving attention. I miss love. So I seek it in unhealthy unrealistic ways. I need to keep moving. I can't settle right now. I don't feel settled. And even when I sit quietly, it is unsettling instead of meditative. I like to talk the talk, and often walk the walk, but sometimes I find myself contradicting the Truth that I DO know and am blessed to understand. I feel that I just want to check out! I want to get the fuck out of here. And build my own self. I need expansion. I seek more than what is right here in front of me. I want to keep moving. I learn from every experience, and based on last night, I am reminded why I don't behave the way I did in college. It is not a true expression of all that I believe. I believe in higher heights, clear thinking/intention/communication... I seem to be at a stand still with my communication. Verbalizing my wants/desires/needs have been difficult. I feel like a turtle tucked in it's shell, fearful to open up and be vulnerable. Not actually wanting to be affected pos or neg by others. I am trying to control an uncontrollable destiny. I don't know if missing GG is the reality of my feelings? or only in the forefront of my mind because I'm lonely and a little lost? I am over this running and running of my mind and away from wherever I am. Home is where the heart is. God is within. All we need is love. and at that... Let it be!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
what a bore I am
I am bored with waiting. I am bored with life. I am bored with boredom. Thats all for now...
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