stinkerbell

Slipping into the warmth and comfort of life.

Sometimes it as simple as slipping in between the sheets fresh from the dryer. Soft and warm against your skin. Or diving a fork in to the plate full of mac and cheese.

So, I long on today and found that someone removed me from their friend list. I am not to sad about it. We never talked and to be honest I did not read their journal very often. Should I be sad? Or just find comfort in the plate of mac and cheese that I am having for dinner.

NOSTALGIC:

For some it just the scent of perfume or cologne. An old picture on a mantle A moment in time captured for prosperity. There are some thing about looking at old photos. There are times, when I look at old pictures of me and it seems like a lifetime ago. Young and so much a differnt person.

I love looking at pictures of my dad. Maybe because he is always smiling in the pictures. Even when he was sick, he smiled. He cherished life and lived for the moment. Why did it take me 37 years to realize how short life is.

Today, my beloved was offer a job in CA. He told me about it and he said he would not even consider it. I thought about it. Moving back to a past I left behind. To close more doors than opening ones.

I would love to write letters to all those people in my life. When I say write, I am not talking about an e-mail I am talking about a letter. Pen to paper, scented with perfume, maybe causing some nastalgia.
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I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
but that's not unusual
it's just that the moon is full
and you happened to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
hearing the voice I'd known
a couple of light years ago
headed straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
they bring Diamonds and Rust

Now I see you standing with brown leaves all around and snow in
your hair
Now we're smiling out the window of the crummy hotel over
washington square
Our breath comes out white clouds, mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
we both could've died then and there

Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic
then give me another word for it
you were so good with words
and at keeping things vague

cause I need some of that vagueness now, it's all come back too
clearly
yes, I loved you dearly
and if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid