A New Day

The gloom hangs over her head...obstructing the light. So in her opaque cocoon she broods over inexplicable terms of endearment. Today she is covered in a cloud that she can't escape. She wonders how this cloud appeared without warning and how she can dispose of it. Today she is concerned about that which she didn't know of a few weeks ago...

This is what a new day brings forth...the unexpected.

Nyquil

If you ever want to have a conversation where you are suddenly Catwoman's accomplice or where you can suggest setting a car on fire, have some Nyquil. I do not take acoholic drinks so when I took some Nyquil (for a sore throat) and decided to have a conversation some absurd things took place. I am sure the other person enjoyed talking to the highly intoxicated me...I on the other hand tried hard to make sense of the conversation and chipped in my two-cents of setting cars on fire.

The last time I took Nyquil, I decided to watch The Lord of the Rings. Since then I have come to personally know Frodo and have had an encounter with Shmigo. Now who can ever claim such? Thanks to Nyquil, my life has been vibrant! I have met Frodo Baggins, been Catwoman's accomplice and suggested a car be set on fire. I think I will send a letter to the makers of Nyquil to thank them and suggest that they increase the alcohol content to fifteen percent rather than the ten percent...

However, as a control freak, I hope not to get more sore-throats that will require the usage of Nyquil. It is absurdity in a bottle...who thought bluish-green medicine was brilliant anyway?!

Hmmmm

Okay so anyone who has read my posts might wonder if there is anything more to me besides being a lovaholic, dreamer, food-lover and whatever else you see through my words. I will add to this list by mentioning my curiosity. I am curious about people and how they think and make decisions. I am intriguied by irrational behavior. I probably act irrational at times but not without my knowlegde or consent. Yeah, I think most people are surprised at their reactions but when I react I am fully aware of my actions....unfortunately. So unlike the average person I can't claim ignorance for my actions. This might stem from the fact that I like to be in control. This goes to the extent of not fearing for my life when I am in danger...simba "I laugh in the face of danger, ha ha ha" (yes I love Disney).

Hence I wonder how and why people apologize claiming ignorance....hmmm but then maybe I am just wierd. Well maybe I should try being reckless without knowing I am being reckless. (This won't happen as I avoid all intoxicating substances...except chocolate).
That was my thought and now back to what I do best...learning.

Days...

The days never seemed shorter, faster, exciting as they do now. The sun seems brighter even blinding on a cloudy day. The rain drops more refreshing pounding against my body. The breeze seems lighter, tender like a kiss, only more fleeting. The smell of flowers is more intoxicating than ever before. I feel the grain of sand on the beach more acutely, and my morning showers are more cleansing...I think you have awakened my senses.

The Window

"GSM my hinney", I feel like yelling as I sit in my window. I am afraid to breath, just in case I lose my signal. I listen to the voice that colors my nights a deep dark sensual red at this moment in time. I never thought I would know this window so well...I only wish I had a better view. I look into the apartment across from me, I am glad thay they don't seem to mind that I, the shadow in the window might be a voyeur...or perhaps it's a bargain. They get to see more as I tend to have an aversion to clothing. I look into their apartment and they get to see a naked girl, what a sweet deal. So there I sit in my innocence listening to the voice that colors my nights a deep dark sensual red and sends me to bed with a smile...

Dreamer

So I am strange right? I think I am anyway, to be otherwise would only be unlike me (almost said strange). I love white flowers and love to sit in the darkness of my room and yet I love rooms with windows...nice big windows. So the sun can come splashing in (not that it can wake me). I am a dreamer whose dreams once coiled and dried and were hidden. Cynism reigned my demeanor but now I see the dreams resuscitated. Now I can dream of unicorns and running free with the wind in my 'fro.

I am stubborn yet fold to undenying love...(inside I am screaming "Crap I thought I was tougher than this!"). I look serious but I am actually a clown...yeah a cynical clown (aren't all clowns cynical though). I am not sure where all this is going but....anyway I am a dreamer again.

When I think of you

When I think of you I see the strength that I need to breath
When I think of you I see the genius that I love
When I think of you I feel your warmth
When I think of you I feel your tender kiss
When I think of you I hear your raspy voice that sends tingles down my spine
When I think of you I hear you telling me you love me
The funny thing is I have never met you...

I will only ask you once

I will only ask you once to come with me so we can soar to higher places and leave the base things behind...we will live on the feathery clouds that you wish you could touch today, I will only ask you once. The life that you dream of daily awaits you here beside me, decide what you want because I will only ask you once to come with me so we can visit the worlds of the sea and those in the heavens together...

Even though I believe in love and dare to love ...I also believe that love can be found again so I will only ask you once.If you expect me to repeat my offer expect the vision of you and I to fade like the clouds on a hot hazy summer day...

....because the vision can only be asked to appear once...

Falling

Weightless I fall like a feather through the mist of past memories,
Peering, searching for a clearing, for a light that will guide me to the diamond-like dew covered meadow of gracious solitude that I long for today...

Softly I fall into the enticing embrace that only chocolate-covered strawberries can offer.
An embrace that only the stormy dark waters of the ocean would dare to invade. 
A grasp that wraps around me like a burgundy warm velvet sheet ... 

I fall like the cascade of a waterfall, disturbing the pool of calm blue liquid that awaits to enclose me, breaking my free descent.
I should awaken but the fall so sweet lulls me into deeper sleep...where I fall through all the lands that others can hardly think of.. 

This Morning

Last night my mind was full of great and wonderful ideas...I was thrilled at the thought of painting the words across my piece of cyber-world. But to my dismay I awoke this morning in the most despicable funk and all the brilliant ideas of the wee hours terribly smeared with a murky glob of forgetfulness...

So this morning I am mad at the world and I don't even care why. This morning I will mentally dismantle any unsuspecting human that comes my way and rubs me the wrong way (as if there is ever the right way to be rubbed). This morning I won't smile, I will pout until heaven gives me a reason to smile again...

 
p.s. I am being a mere brat because today is actually a beautiful day...blue sky and all but dagonit I am mad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuschia Locket...

I am kicking myself now. I am doing it because I realize my nature makes my life more twisted...yes I said twisted. I never choose the simplest way, ever. It's as if I am allergic to simple situations. I unconciously live by the rule : if something is difficult then do it. And so I find myself today embroiled in a fuschia locket of emotions I thought I had escaped from...
Evasion seems impossible at this point...I am bewildered beyond my wits...well not really but bewildered still. I know that my actions right as they may be can and will cause an outcry, an earth-shattering outcry, well maybe just a glass-shattering outcry. But my curiosity roars to be satisfied and with caution, as much as i can muster up anyway, I proceed deeper into this fuschia locket of emotions I thought I had escaped.

Waiting

She sits and waits for what she doesn't know. She has been told to wait for something though. Her mind is repressed into not questioning so she waits for what may not come and if it did she would never know it had arrived. So she waits sitting on her stool, dressed in her best attire. What she was never taught was that a woman can reach as far as she wants... Reach beyond anyone's dreams. She was never told that waiting for something to happen can be a deadly disease than cripples one's spirit. So now with a wilting spirit she sits, waiting, worrying that what she waits for may never come...

Floating

I sleep in soft clouds surrounded by love, peace, joy
My sleep is long, sweet, restful
I am simply afloat on a cloud

I drift where the winds of the mind blow me...
Floating over troubles, rugged moutains, and rough seas
I peer down at the world below...pondering on how I may save it
But soon my mind rests from it's heroic stance to be renewed...

I sleep on velvet clouds surrounded by all that is wonderful
My sleep is luxurious even when,
I am simply asleep on the floor

Strawberry Dreams

Sweet and red tender to the taste....

My dreams are sweet hazy memories sprinkled with sugar...yes sugar
They cloud my reality...I stumble grasping for more
For more of that sweetness...don't want to lose it
But as day break comes....my dream, a furious red strawberry dream, dissipates

I awake and see you
Perhaps that was not a dream after all
My sweet furious red strawberry you

 

Caramel dreams

So I am a dreamer living in this current state of things...where dreaming is squashed like an over-ripe fruit forgotten, trampled. However my resilient mind insists on dreaming against all odds....

I believe that I can save the world, I believe that I can find true love, I believe that I can put a smile on your face...

My dreams are as uninhibited as lightening and as strong as the wind that tears down walls. Do you dare to stand against my dreams?