JuicyLoveMagic

flying colors

there are many things to remember. and some to forget. and all to let go of. this is just this. a moment. in the next breath it will be gone. and new ones come in, on the heels of light and love and the celebration of mere possibility.

you bring me hope.
maybe you are the personification of everything that i fear and everything that i am.
maybe you are my ruthie manifested.

i have a phd in overanalysis. i wrote my dissertation on methods of cyclic, and sometimes paralyzing, processing. (i passed with flying colors.)

i am tired. wanting to sleep. simultaneously i am (somewhat) addicted to myspace and friendster (although i just revisted my friendster page after weeksandweeks of absence.) do you know how many people in the world seem to be having a lot of fun in their lives? tons. most of them show off their leisure time fun on friendster. sometimes i am jealous and want open mouthed grins and digitally captured, freezeframe dancing displayed in cyber space. most of the time i am grateful for my life and the wonderous surprises that are always unfolding...

my face is itching. my body too. pollen is not an allergy of mine so what's this about? how about dust? possibly. mold? perhaps. am i overprocessing and just need to take a shower and go to bed instead of thinking so damn much? possiblymaybe. probably, love.

alright, alright.

good night moon.

love always,

me

posted by Phoenix @ 10:37 PM