Take a closer look. Do you like what you see? I see something hidden beneath the surface which needs to be displayed. A vital component of you, and of me.
A sweet scent which permeates the room, but which you are unwilling to share. We will all benefit, much to your dismay.
Search out the sweet truth, taste it, experience it, and enjoy it. And then, when you realize my sincerity, share it. Is there anything better than a joy shared, a catching smile, or a contagious laugh. We all want it. And even more importantly, we need it.
Play with the idea. Let your fingers and tongue investigate the source of this redolent treasure. Shared pleasure will visibly spread from ear to ear, and face to face.
~hand in hand~
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
weather-ing
The snow is blowing, it scrapes across my face. Hoods, scarves, jackets, and mittens aren't enough. The white is pretty, but the process painful. There must be another way.
Yet on I tramp towards my destination, there is a purpose for all this. It is not karma, or chance, or luck. Mother Nature is not punishing us for our pollutants. Through the pain, comes change. Weathering through the storm will not last.
There will always be storms, and rumours of storms, but the sun does return. That rainbow was placed in the sky as a sign of hope, and so it remains.
~a lost sheep~
Yet on I tramp towards my destination, there is a purpose for all this. It is not karma, or chance, or luck. Mother Nature is not punishing us for our pollutants. Through the pain, comes change. Weathering through the storm will not last.
There will always be storms, and rumours of storms, but the sun does return. That rainbow was placed in the sky as a sign of hope, and so it remains.
~a lost sheep~
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
untitled
Throughout english class, from the 1st grade into university, there has always been an emphasis on choosing the right title. The title is an introduction, preparing the reader for what is to come. It is meant to be interesting, revealing, and clever. I wonder though, if the title divulges too much, however. Does the title prematurely label an unexplored space?
And when being introduced to the public, the title is always presented first, as the most significant information. But why not pass over the title into the grit of the work, alternately detailing the foundation.
I am at a point where I wish to boycott all titles, and instead skip right to the heart of the exertion. Within the core entails the excitement and beauty. There is so much more beyond the title, and I am prepared to fight for that.
~and so we remain, un-labeled~
And when being introduced to the public, the title is always presented first, as the most significant information. But why not pass over the title into the grit of the work, alternately detailing the foundation.
I am at a point where I wish to boycott all titles, and instead skip right to the heart of the exertion. Within the core entails the excitement and beauty. There is so much more beyond the title, and I am prepared to fight for that.
~and so we remain, un-labeled~
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Just for Fun
Ever join a game, let's say an outdoor soccer game, and think ah it's no big deal, it is just for fun. You think that it could be good exercise, a nice time to hangout with friends, plus fresh air (or as fresh as is possible in the city)! But as the game goes on, you get more into it. It's no longer just for fun- it is serious. You have found yourself in a competitive soccer game. Here the boundary lines matter, the use of your hands is no longer just laughed at. There are strict penalties for stepping outside the boundaries.
Just for fun quickly disappeared and was replaced by serious.
~I didn't train enough for this~
Just for fun quickly disappeared and was replaced by serious.
~I didn't train enough for this~
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Your Turn/Trying Something Different
I have never really been a fan of Valentine's Day. To me it just always seemed fake and insincere. I'm perfectly fine with receiving chocolate every day of the year, it does not have to be restricted to the 14th of February. But I'd like to hear other opinions.
~apparently everyone is entitled to their own opinion~
~apparently everyone is entitled to their own opinion~
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Left Unsatisfied
Last night was my roommates and my last dance class. It is a regrettable end, but we are unwilling to pay $150 for 6 more lessons. We think that is a bit unreasonable.
After our grand finale of a performance, the 3 of us bare the cold for a stop at the Death By Chocolate down the street.
I love chocolate. And I know what you're thinking, she's a girl of course she loves chocolate. But my attachment reaches beyond mere fondness. Rather than an enjoyment, chocolate is an indispensable necessity. It's not an interest but a command. It is a craving that must be gratified.
So at Death By Chocolate I ate a glorious chocolate carmel cake, and my desires were satisfied. And I believed they would be till at least today. Such thoughts were quickly marred, however, for on our way home Misty mentioned in passing Boston Pizza. Suddenly, with no warning, my mouth began to salivate and I could almost taste the pizza. Almost, but not quite.
I began to crave pizza like I had not craved a food in a long time.
And of course, on the way home, we had to pass 6 pizza places, all of which with extremely strong scents...
~what kind of insane am I going to be pregnant, if this is what I'm like normally!~
After our grand finale of a performance, the 3 of us bare the cold for a stop at the Death By Chocolate down the street.
I love chocolate. And I know what you're thinking, she's a girl of course she loves chocolate. But my attachment reaches beyond mere fondness. Rather than an enjoyment, chocolate is an indispensable necessity. It's not an interest but a command. It is a craving that must be gratified.
So at Death By Chocolate I ate a glorious chocolate carmel cake, and my desires were satisfied. And I believed they would be till at least today. Such thoughts were quickly marred, however, for on our way home Misty mentioned in passing Boston Pizza. Suddenly, with no warning, my mouth began to salivate and I could almost taste the pizza. Almost, but not quite.
I began to crave pizza like I had not craved a food in a long time.
And of course, on the way home, we had to pass 6 pizza places, all of which with extremely strong scents...
~what kind of insane am I going to be pregnant, if this is what I'm like normally!~
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Silence
A flood or words, feelings, desires, and questions. Something you asked for -even pushed for. I laid it all out, not knowing what to expect, but backed by trust. Surprising I know.
An answer delayed by nature, and so remains 1000 kilometers away. Despite your earlier urging, I am striving to not do the same. Space and time is needed, I believe. Or at least it is what I am trying to convince myself of.
Not that I scared you, nor you don't care.
There's something to be said, in time. And so time will continue, and I will be patient. I will, I will, I will.
~Tale as Old as Time~
An answer delayed by nature, and so remains 1000 kilometers away. Despite your earlier urging, I am striving to not do the same. Space and time is needed, I believe. Or at least it is what I am trying to convince myself of.
Not that I scared you, nor you don't care.
There's something to be said, in time. And so time will continue, and I will be patient. I will, I will, I will.
~Tale as Old as Time~
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Enlighten Me
Question... what is it with boys that make them enjoy making/watching me blush?!
It is a curse I have no control over, and often I am completely unaware that it is happening, until they so willingly point it out. A kind gesture that never fails to intensify the blush- thank you boys.
A blush is said to transpire in the face of embarrassment or shame, and so I ask, what is so delightful in that!?
If you desire to affect me so zealously, I beseech you to do so behind closed doors. Showing such intense emotion is better handled in the absence of an audience.
~red threads~
It is a curse I have no control over, and often I am completely unaware that it is happening, until they so willingly point it out. A kind gesture that never fails to intensify the blush- thank you boys.
A blush is said to transpire in the face of embarrassment or shame, and so I ask, what is so delightful in that!?
If you desire to affect me so zealously, I beseech you to do so behind closed doors. Showing such intense emotion is better handled in the absence of an audience.
~red threads~
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