I feel like running...
anything that leaves me exhuasted and my muscles loose...
years since I picked up my pointe shoes or any of my ballet shoes...I don't know where they even are any more...I stopped dancing...
Sometimes I miss it...
Sometimes I think I'm stupid for stopping...
Procrastination is a bitch. Too much to do, too little time. No time to chat, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
I MISS MY GIRLFRIEND.
Tis all for now!
Was held at When I Call Your Name Do You Hear?'s house...
And the night went as follows...
Have you ever had that uncontrolable urge to just bash your head against the nearest hard object? Thats how I feel right now...I'm frustrated and exhausted and PMSing and those things do not mix. Ever.
Silly Shelby stole my blog title...Darn her...But anyways...
Today was good. Yes. Good. Field trip to Evergreen State College.
They taught us about the stars in school.
White giants and novas and dying stars.
But tonight, the moon and the sun and the stars align.
And I know, soon I’ll have to stop telling this lie.
Have I traveled too many light-years from the truth
to recognize it now?
Te Amo, mi amour,
But my Nana never taught me the word for
So I can’t promise you more that I already have.
I've got a million words coursing through my veins. Each sentence beginning with I love you and ending with so many different things.
What would I say if I could say anything?
So... Lets take inventory...
I had a dream that I was driving. The only car on a stretch of road that terrified me as a kid, the mountains that you hit when you enter California from Oregon.
And then the phone rings...And my dreams self doesn't even stop to wonder why the phone is ringing in the middle of my driving...
Those summer nights held magic,
And me beneath your fingertips,
Well, I thought we could dance forever.
I can’t seem to find what I have lost,
You’re still so close, and yet too far,
I just want to be where you are.
So lay me down and cast your spell,
And I’ll open my eyes in the June sun,
And I’ll still be the one.
But I keep those words, tucked in tight,
Initials carved into a tree,
By a girl,
Who’s future I cannot see.
She is the world, my world,
And I am just the moon,
Traveling around her,
Desperate to keep up.
There is something not quite
About this not quite,
Each day is just another yesterday,
They end the same way.
She asks me if I love her,
But it is I who ask for nothing.
I have seen the sun fall,
I always felt detatched from this small town that I have lived in my entire life. And here I am, almost ready to leave this place, and I cannot imagine calling another place home. The people here know me. By name, if not by face. The lady in the bakery at Albertsons, the librarians at the public library. And it is so true, that I have grown up here. This town has watched me grow.
Turned out to not be so bad...
I've got lavendar spray paint on my fingernails and a heavy heart.
Ahh, my words have returned.
I could spin poems and stories out of thin air. But for awhile, the well ran dry and I could not speak of anything important. But I am sun after that long awaited rain, I am worth the dry spell, I have become the morning after...
Ani DiFranco=Inspiring. Oddly enough. I resisted for months...But ahh...I am affected.