When the little green light comes on and something inside you answers it? Do you admit you were waiting...hoping...or do you just restlessly pace the site and ignore the little voice that knows why you're here? Asks you why, says it's pointless or makes no sense. Is the life...
beautiful" just runs through my head like a banner. Intellectually, I acknowledge and accept that there are a great many things in this world that break my heart. There are tragedies, cruelties, injustice. Unfathomable pain. I mean no disrespect to those who suffer with my...
Inspire you? Teach you? Remind you? Is it just me? I'm stopped at a red light at an intersection flanked by what I think of as "mounds of beautification." No they're not wearing bras. LOL I know. Can't help it. LOL Anyway, they're just these very small hills the city plants with...
morning. When I look closely I can see four generations of women, each with a different story but the same face. I wonder if they see me too? I wonder if they look upon our face and feel the love and pride for me that I have for them. I wonder if I received any of their...
living without touch. I've read a lot of extreme stories here, and mine is not one of those. There is contact in my relationship. It's minimal. It's cold enough that I don't really even qualify it as touch. But I can force myself on him for brief periods if I'm desperate enough...
"Nobody's perfect" is such a commonplace phrase, such accepted knowledge. So what's the taboo? You know you were wrong. You know you hurt another. You feel remorse. You even try to accommodate them on some other level that you normally wouldn't. But "I'm sorry" gets stuck in...
trail last night. He was jogging on the left side. The fact that he neither smiled nor said hi and refused to move over to the right (per trail etiquette) made me wonder further if he was French.
Sometimes you have to laugh at what your mind does with the things you see. :)
if I didn't have these aspirations of moving abroad and starting my life there. Would I have already settled here with a house and family. Would I have had a son on his way or busy traveling the country.
Would I have felt peace with the people here. Would I be able to break...
I wonder if I like the wanting more than the having. Safer I suppose. More in my control. I can sit over here in my impenetrable bubble and dream and smile and sigh and relish that delightful little ache of unrequited ....whatever this is... And ignore the false note of the...
2015 has felt like a build up, and 2016 is starting to look like the drop.
I hope what ever it brings will propel me into the very depths of my dreams.
I hope humanity can finally shed its childishness and realize its place in the universe.
2016, bring it on.
and it has really settled in my mind...I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that...
thoughts of me?
Do you feel sudden twinges of guilt at the thoughts of what your actions have caused me?
Do you try to busy yourself through out the day so you can have moments if only seconds of my image not stuck in your head?
Do you feel sudden attacks of breathlessness...
so forgiving if I wasn't so forgetful. If events that upset me didn't begin to fade in my mind so quickly and the hurt caused from it dissipated into a nothingness.
I wonder if I'd ever have given you a second chance if I could remember what a jackass you'd been the first...
if it's blank or just spinning so fast you can't focus?
I think I'm just fighting takeoff again. I need to sit back and relax and just do the next thing. There doesn't have to be a reason for everything does there? Sometimes a person just needs to ... Be. Right?
and now wonder if we are one step closer to solving all of those unknown questions of the universe....
"I'm convinced that every time a sock goes missing from the dryer it comes back as an extra tupperware lid."
and he was witty.
He was funny and he was kind.
He made me feel alive and he made me smile.
But sometimes I wonder.
Was it him I loved or the man I saw in him?
Does that man exist? Was he real or did I make him up?
Or perhaps it was he who made himself up, who projected the...
Created by adulterers
Who taught america slavery
And when lincoln stopped it
Did wealthy retaliate
By making us all slaves
Hence never great
And just periodically lucky
Except for the assassinated
I wonder... do i sound like a mosquito in the air ?
are people really listening or have they mastered the stare ?
Why i bother wondering I really have no idea,
But i just keep on wondering in case i disappear.
So i wonder, wonder, wonder all through the day ..