sillyLove
Any day I see you
Is a good day
Any night I lie with you
Is a good night
When your eyes sparkle and dance
And your smile radiates with joy
And tells me that any day you see me
Is a good day
Then on that day
I am a happy happy puppy
I marvel at our capacity to feel so much for so long and then in a heartbeat, it’s gone. Nothing left but the cold, black numbness of indifference. If it’s meant to be a layer of protectiveness, a thing that kicks in for self-preservation, then I will embrace it. My skin is not so tough…
Today the rain outside matches the pain in my heart. Damp, cold, softly and dully persistent casting a gray shadow over my life. I fell into a world I thought would embrace me because I wanted it so badly. I was so open to the new, to the experience and to any and all possibilities…save…
Precious moments encapsulated in softly written words that remember for me what being in love felt like. Words written in a crooked Cinderella fairytale once upon a time a long, long time ago. Could have been worse I suppose. I might never have made it to the ball. -me I don’t feel inspired to write….
Sometimes, a fictional story can have such a profound effect on your non-fictional life, that it moves it into an astonishing place of question. ~me I watched a movie last night called Living Out Loud with Holly Hunter, Danny Devito, and Queen Latifah. The film is based on a short story written by Anton Chekhov,…
The euphoria of writing here again has been sweet. But too short lived. Re-engaging with this blog caused an unexpected and freakish anxiety I could barely contain for three friggin weeks. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were tight. No air. No reprieve. No release from the madness that fought to control me again. I couldn’t…