what it is.
I've been jealously hoarding my words in spiral bound notebooks lately. There are times when it's okay for me to feel exposed; right now I'm locked up in turmoil so I feel it's best to keep things under the bed. I've been thinking a lot. Thinking about words, one at a time. Crawling up inside and figuring out where and with whom they hang on a rainy day, whether or not they take milk and sugar in their coffee, whether they are night owls or early birds.
Friends. This word, thrown so loosely, attaching like sticky sap to anyone who stays just long enough. My notion of friend is redefined almost daily. People will claim to be your friend. Sometimes they are. Sometimes, you are just another in the phone book to be dialed when you are needed, nothing more. Some say friend when they should say family.
The weather is heating up and I'm uncurling like many of brittle leaf-less plants in my yard. Growing new shoots, ready to take on these sunny days and expanding ever outward and upward. I'm fighting the urge to run off to foreign places and at the same time plans are shaping in my head that say, "Why not? What's keeping you here?"
dangerous temptations.
I should be cautious with my tone; though a certain melancholy has hold today I am not unhappy. But shedding goggles can come with a sense of disappointment if you're not ready to see reality. There are still blue skies and warm sun and the scent of desert air, the Sangre de Cristo mountains and road bikes ready for some exercise.
Friends. This word, thrown so loosely, attaching like sticky sap to anyone who stays just long enough. My notion of friend is redefined almost daily. People will claim to be your friend. Sometimes they are. Sometimes, you are just another in the phone book to be dialed when you are needed, nothing more. Some say friend when they should say family.
The weather is heating up and I'm uncurling like many of brittle leaf-less plants in my yard. Growing new shoots, ready to take on these sunny days and expanding ever outward and upward. I'm fighting the urge to run off to foreign places and at the same time plans are shaping in my head that say, "Why not? What's keeping you here?"
dangerous temptations.
I should be cautious with my tone; though a certain melancholy has hold today I am not unhappy. But shedding goggles can come with a sense of disappointment if you're not ready to see reality. There are still blue skies and warm sun and the scent of desert air, the Sangre de Cristo mountains and road bikes ready for some exercise.