unsettled

the thought of moving again spurs a whirlwind of tornadoes in my stomach.

i just moved less than a year ago. i can't stomach the idea of packing everything up and going through that again.

my parents are like racehorses bursting out of the gate... they're intent on barreling forward with the condo hunt. everything is building to a rapid crescendo. i feel like i'm standing lost on the sidelines holding a saddle in my hands because i missed jumping on the horse.

i just don't know if this is a good idea anymore. do i let myself get swept away in the tornado or do i stick my boots in the mud and refuse to budge until i overcome this mental block? is it a mental block for any good reason or is my hesitancy unfounded? i really don't know.

feeling unsettled with muddled thoughts.

dog days

another weekend come and gone. running around has become a way of life, a brutal necessity. my weekdays have been overtaken with work and therefore i need to squeeze a whole week's worth of fun into two short weekend days. my weekend is so busy i don't even have TIME to do work!

sometimes i just want to stay home and walk around in fuzzy slippers all day. hooray for shaggy dog slipper days.

snap crackle pop

the air crackles with a dangerous electricity
where just one breath
can inflate helium dreams
or smash hope into thin glass shards.

monday morning

i woke up at 7:15 but it felt like it was 6:15
fat raindrops splatter against my window
gray clouds hang low in the sky
as if they could crush me
i keep thinking about crunchy, sizzling bacon
dripping with grease
brain oil, that's what i need!

the beautiful sadness

i taste a beautiful sadness about her
dark moons hang in crescents below her eyes
as heavy footfalls smolder weighty thoughts
and daily obligations give way
to daily repertoire.