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...
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. :)
as they do online!
Do they walk away or hang up in the midst of a conversation without a word in real life? Do they pull down their pants and show their genitals to random people? Do they profess their love to complete strangers, and then act shocked when said strangers think...
on crap still overpriced
And overpriced gas to find crap.
And road dividers wasting the bad gas.
And mall parking damaging cars
Overpriced cars that we saved
By saying bail out the car makers
Did we say that.
And then ignore the price doubling
so much, always so patient with the never ending thoughts the best part is it never gets tired sometimes i just wish things were a lot easier and my head didn't complicate itself so much because you cant always listen to someone who talks and talks and talks consistently can you...
"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...
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...
Who build cute center dividers
So we waste more gas.
The history channel showed
Roads and bridges need repair
But tax dodgers stop that fix
And distributers can justify profit
When roads and bridges fail.
Or does big business cover that
For a tax...
Due to taxes high.
But where is the outrage
At workplace traditions
And no government help
For the hurt
Because big business dodges taxes.
That bankrupt the nation.
That cant help the workers
Hurt by workplace tradition.
sad? With a huge lump in your throat and a profound sadness pervading everything? Do you wake up struggling to hold back tears that have no precise cause other than a sadness that fills your heart to overflowing? Is it from missing someone so much it physically hurts? Could it...
He will occasionally land beside me and seem to stare while rubbing his legs before taking off again, zipping around the room before landing back beside me.
The fly repeats this routine many times.
I begin to wonder...is it possible the fly wants to be my friend?
Or maybe, the...
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 ..
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...
as serious as they do?
I am just as guilty.
I realize some people are struggling with issues and genuinely want some advice.
I understand that, but that is only a few.
Most of us we are not going to find a love here that lasts forever.
For the few who have or think they have...
It never ceases to amaze me how some people lack general understanding. If you met me in person you would have no judgments about my personal choices. I could easily be your boss or co-worker. You are understanding and we have a good working relationship. Enter the veil of...
To fear wisdom needed by men.
So its a birth blessing.
Did the fictional imbalance
Of brain chemicals
Create my intuition
Or did god.
Did god know caesar would be cruel
And give me the gift
That made morons attack.
Or to show me
A story that seemed true and turned out to be fictional, or a story that seemed fictional but turned out to be true.
In my case, i have always seen existence as a limitation, and fiction in an upper level.
What makes reality more beautiful than fiction is love.
Or bullied by work
Treat convicts bad
My pal was starved.
Me doubted him.
Until me met more.
Some deprived of meds too.
And when released
Got shunned by employers.
Or employed by criminals
Who made them the fall...
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."
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...