So, I woke up this morning and had a bowl of lucky charms and a martini.
Where has the sun gone? Oh well... Maybe it'll rain soon. Rain so you can see your silhouette in the pavement casting rings. Rain so hard you have to peel your clothes off afterwards. Rain bewitching the roof in hypnotic verse. Rain that gives you an excuse to snuggle under a blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and a book until the world is right again. (It's a good day for coffee and checkers.)
Sebastian is curled up next to me, purring lazily and reading over my shoulder. Out of the 5 (6, sometimes) animals in this house, he's my favorite.
My Mom finally turned my old room into her art studio. Granted, I haven't lived at home in four years, but I think it fits. Her easel is sitting right by the window with tubes of paint and bits of canvas are neatly stacked on the window seat.
The double-pronged streetlights guided me back to Greensboro. They wound above the highway like a spine. Everywhere I go always seems too small. Too large. Too empty. Always empty.
It seems I'm always in a state of arrival...only to leave soon after.
I wish I could find the heart to stay.
P.S.- Coffee reaching dangerously low levels. Must remedy.
Sebastian is curled up next to me, purring lazily and reading over my shoulder. Out of the 5 (6, sometimes) animals in this house, he's my favorite.
My Mom finally turned my old room into her art studio. Granted, I haven't lived at home in four years, but I think it fits. Her easel is sitting right by the window with tubes of paint and bits of canvas are neatly stacked on the window seat.
The double-pronged streetlights guided me back to Greensboro. They wound above the highway like a spine. Everywhere I go always seems too small. Too large. Too empty. Always empty.
It seems I'm always in a state of arrival...only to leave soon after.
I wish I could find the heart to stay.
P.S.- Coffee reaching dangerously low levels. Must remedy.