“Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.” -- Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Friday 20 November 2015
Have you ever lost someone you love
Tuesday 3 November 2015
Guitars and Garters
Being a girl is a strange thing. Especially when you aren't a normal girl.
You watch the normal girls and they do normal girl things. They plan huge weddings and look good in white and veils while on their daddy's arm. They post pictures of their engagement rings and their pregnant bellies and their babies and you stare and wonder why you don't want to do that.
But you're a girl too.
You like pretty things like very large prime numbers.
You like being in love when they give you space and don't want you to need them.
You liked your parents buying you toys like Lego and chess boards.
You like being looked after when you're feeling sick but you're good otherwise.
You like makeup and clothes but you never think of what the boys will think of them.
But you can construct your own furniture and set up your own amp and serenade yourself with your own guitar playing and open your own jars.
And that is not really welcome in this day and age.
Being a girl is a strange thing. Especially when you aren't a normal girl.
You watch the normal girls and they do normal girl things. They plan huge weddings and look good in white and veils while on their daddy's arm. They post pictures of their engagement rings and their pregnant bellies and their babies and you stare and wonder why you don't want to do that.
But you're a girl too.
You like pretty things like very large prime numbers.
You like being in love when they give you space and don't want you to need them.
You liked your parents buying you toys like Lego and chess boards.
You like being looked after when you're feeling sick but you're good otherwise.
You like makeup and clothes but you never think of what the boys will think of them.
But you can construct your own furniture and set up your own amp and serenade yourself with your own guitar playing and open your own jars.
And that is not really welcome in this day and age.
Being a girl is a strange thing. Especially when you aren't a normal girl.
Writing Again
The writing stopped when the reading started. The chaotic reading that consumed every alternative hour. The balance was lost. The loss was missed.
And so it paused and was parked and was mute. I was mute.
It is odd that we have a finite amount of time. Some days that hits me and other days it feels like we have forever. It seems only to be a hard limit when the wall appears in my face while I'm moving at light speed.
It is time for more balance. For some damn balance. For a semblance of balance at the very least.
Lets do that then.
Sunday 1 November 2015
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