Projects…..I’ve been happily buried in them since my hiatus from my seasonal job commenced mid-April. I did, however, take a week to vacation in Key Largo with my mother at the end of the month. A wonderful and meaningful time spent…..although, I do believe we were driving each other a bit crazy the last dayContinue reading “Maybe you…”
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Only love has value here…
For months now, I’ve been sitting on some thoughts about which path to take moving forward. I haven’t been stagnant, exactly. I’ve just been taking in “data” as needed in the understanding that it will eventually lead me to some sort of conclusion about the matter. Such is my way. I’m an observer, first…..of externalContinue reading “Only love has value here…”
Not the writer here…
After a few months hiatus, I feel like sharing some of what I’ve been going through in my little world. For starters, I visited a friend in North Carolina the month of November, which did not end well…..and finally led to me completely cutting ties with her after returning to Illinois. I believe the badContinue reading “Not the writer here…”
I want to be…
I want to be your favorite book. I want you to run your fingers and hands over my pages, memorizing every line…..and while other people will never take the time to read me, I want you to never put me on a shelf where I can collect dust. I’m a first edition, first printing, andContinue reading “I want to be…”
I am…you
Imagine for a minute….that my soul is yours and everything I experience is, therefore, your experience. I am, essentially, an extension of you. I am your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and hands. Every breathe I take is yours and you feel every beat of my heart. What do you wish for me? What do IContinue reading “I am…you”
These are the things…
When it comes to a woman who’s given up almost all material luxuries in her own life, you don’t win her over with a shiny new Land Rover, 48-foot sailboat, flights to exotic locations, jewelry, and the like. You win her over with a photo of a small happy house plant soaking up the sunContinue reading “These are the things…”
Good night, stranger…
Last night as I lay in bed dreaming of you, I ran my own hand over my bare shoulder and down my arm as some sort of telepathic experiment in which I imagined that you could feel me….because you are me. Or maybe, you reside in me…..because you’re always somehow with me….on my travels, duringContinue reading “Good night, stranger…”