another friday has taken itself into me...time swooshes...really just quite unbelievable...but i've been relishing this absence in ways....packing, it's sort-a-amazing how little material things mean when you realize the amount of space they really take up and how much they take away from you and all one can do once it's gone , so it's been nice to mark the calendar- august with future moving sales and donations....just my two suitcases to take to Italy...I have one trunk that is full of diaries, scrapbooks all those text juices and photos....that I save and will drive down to NJ to leave at my Dad's place, her new home...
then i've been vibrant while pulling up that damn ugly screen that covers my bedroom windows...just to stare and giggle at the squirrels scurrying and carouseling around my big ol'honey oak tree....moments of hush, hush, those molten brown eyes blinking, white underbellies palpitating from their play, their frolick that makes me just silly in mirth....then sparrows and one bluejay....smitten with nature
i say, as long as i can write, the text & font just so fond of moving me into rain, so I can be read into liquid, into wetness and then that feeling of home, irreplaceable and one that i can't bear not to share...perhaps that's why I always manage to have the most bloody honest interactions with strangers....i take them all home in this body in no particular order or way.....
i am utterly tranquil and bleeding and grinning with secrets fucking my tongue
ta ta........
then i've been vibrant while pulling up that damn ugly screen that covers my bedroom windows...just to stare and giggle at the squirrels scurrying and carouseling around my big ol'honey oak tree....moments of hush, hush, those molten brown eyes blinking, white underbellies palpitating from their play, their frolick that makes me just silly in mirth....then sparrows and one bluejay....smitten with nature
i say, as long as i can write, the text & font just so fond of moving me into rain, so I can be read into liquid, into wetness and then that feeling of home, irreplaceable and one that i can't bear not to share...perhaps that's why I always manage to have the most bloody honest interactions with strangers....i take them all home in this body in no particular order or way.....
i am utterly tranquil and bleeding and grinning with secrets fucking my tongue
ta ta........
solomantra:
I reside in the northwestern corner of the continental United States, near the intersection of two great rivers. On the close horizon are many tall, white mountains. Sometimes their breath is made of fire. One of them is known in the old tongue as Wy'East. At night, wind whispers through the needles of the many great firs. Mist coats the skin and moss creeps over the rooftops. There are secrets in the forests.