Sparse Enteries by a happy heart
So, It's been four months that I've been with Alex now. And my Livejournal enteries have dwindled down to almost nothing because I'm simply not emo enough. However, tonight I have a few to myself, and a little bit of inspiration, and I've come to my lovely LJ to update.
Slowly processing the past few years, and Alex has been a crying shoulder a few times. I'm re-evaluating what's ok and not, re-setting boundaries Marvin trampled into the dirt. I'm re-creating what loving someone should be, and what it is. I'm dealing with some crap, but too personal to share on a public journal, and minor in the light of how much good I have right now. Calm, steady, joyful, trust-filled. I'm safe with Alex. And I laugh to think that if Marvin ever reads that, he will think it a flaw.
Let him go on terrorizing the females in his life, I won't think it a virtue anymore.
But this journal isn't about him anymore. It's about me now. HA!
I love driving. I love the being alone, the freedom, music and windows open, I love it.
I love being in bed. I love eating peprocini and chocolate milk. I love DANCING to the Baobabs, to anything, to nothing. I love that Alex dances even though he says he can't keep a rythm in any way. I love art. I love drawing and I love watching Alex draw. I love the idea of doing gurilla art in the woods on campus, and I'm stewing on a lot of ideas. I love characters, stories, people, strangers or immaginary, friends and lovers. I love stories, so much.
I love dressing up, I love being with other people dressed up. I love food. I love forest.
I am so INCREDIBLY excited that it's getting warm out.
The world is a new, tenuous, and wonderful thing.
"...a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only..."
Slowly processing the past few years, and Alex has been a crying shoulder a few times. I'm re-evaluating what's ok and not, re-setting boundaries Marvin trampled into the dirt. I'm re-creating what loving someone should be, and what it is. I'm dealing with some crap, but too personal to share on a public journal, and minor in the light of how much good I have right now. Calm, steady, joyful, trust-filled. I'm safe with Alex. And I laugh to think that if Marvin ever reads that, he will think it a flaw.
Let him go on terrorizing the females in his life, I won't think it a virtue anymore.
But this journal isn't about him anymore. It's about me now. HA!
I love driving. I love the being alone, the freedom, music and windows open, I love it.
I love being in bed. I love eating peprocini and chocolate milk. I love DANCING to the Baobabs, to anything, to nothing. I love that Alex dances even though he says he can't keep a rythm in any way. I love art. I love drawing and I love watching Alex draw. I love the idea of doing gurilla art in the woods on campus, and I'm stewing on a lot of ideas. I love characters, stories, people, strangers or immaginary, friends and lovers. I love stories, so much.
I love dressing up, I love being with other people dressed up. I love food. I love forest.
I am so INCREDIBLY excited that it's getting warm out.
The world is a new, tenuous, and wonderful thing.
"...a world not vague, not lonely,
Not governed by me only..."