the way to spend two A.M. on July 31st, 20 oh seven
I was alarmed to realize that something has been done with the charming, dysfunctional toilet in my cement back yard. It had been simply picturesque nestled between two lemon trees. I had been meaning to clean it off, to make it shiny again.
However, it is heartbreakingly inconspicuous. I wonder what was done with it and am making a mental note to complain if I remember during a reasonable hour. Feel free to remind me.
At two in the morning, I discovered a wish to sweep my portion of the outside. Meaning my cement backyard and walkway. Eventually I found my self, through the innocent fault of the walk way, sweeping in the front of my house. Upon further thought, it occured to me that there is no frint of my house, on the side walk of cedar street.
I looked up from my pale-gray, hard, sandpaper-like substance and took in the look of my street. No surprises. Every major object had refrained from drastic change. However it ocured to me this. I was standing in the middle of the side walk in west Berkeley, a block above SanPablo ave, in a short skirt. This seemed to remind me of the sort of situations I generally avoid. Then a man in an electric weel chair slowly zoomed by. In the middle of the (usually busy) road, no less. That general fact held back its amused absurdity from my consiousness until now. However, seeing the man brought my mind to the thought of myself from my outsiders persepective. Were I to be walking to down the road, and was to happen upon myself- young pretty barefoot woman in short orange and gold and black dress (shades of colored grey for it's night), sweeping the sidewalk, at 2 in the morning, I would smile, perhaps even laugh, but I would certainly have an amused bounce in my step for quite a ways after. Ah the absurdity of it.
And on the subject of Mental Notes, something to say:
"I don't anticipate ever wanting to lose you as a friend, and as scary as I have decided that I find the concept that one would decide they want to spend the rest of their life with someone ahead of time (alternate text: and although I find permanence frightening), Life is short; I want to spend the rest of my life in your emotional vicinity."
Roughly an accurate and good thing for me to say, though strictly only in person, I have decided. Under few and irrelevant circumstances should that ever be addressed to an online recipient. It is something you ought to be physically present for, holding the persons hand perhaps; brushing a wayward strand of hair slowly from their cheek, of partaking softly and breathlessly in their eyes.
However, it is heartbreakingly inconspicuous. I wonder what was done with it and am making a mental note to complain if I remember during a reasonable hour. Feel free to remind me.
At two in the morning, I discovered a wish to sweep my portion of the outside. Meaning my cement backyard and walkway. Eventually I found my self, through the innocent fault of the walk way, sweeping in the front of my house. Upon further thought, it occured to me that there is no frint of my house, on the side walk of cedar street.
I looked up from my pale-gray, hard, sandpaper-like substance and took in the look of my street. No surprises. Every major object had refrained from drastic change. However it ocured to me this. I was standing in the middle of the side walk in west Berkeley, a block above SanPablo ave, in a short skirt. This seemed to remind me of the sort of situations I generally avoid. Then a man in an electric weel chair slowly zoomed by. In the middle of the (usually busy) road, no less. That general fact held back its amused absurdity from my consiousness until now. However, seeing the man brought my mind to the thought of myself from my outsiders persepective. Were I to be walking to down the road, and was to happen upon myself- young pretty barefoot woman in short orange and gold and black dress (shades of colored grey for it's night), sweeping the sidewalk, at 2 in the morning, I would smile, perhaps even laugh, but I would certainly have an amused bounce in my step for quite a ways after. Ah the absurdity of it.
And on the subject of Mental Notes, something to say:
"I don't anticipate ever wanting to lose you as a friend, and as scary as I have decided that I find the concept that one would decide they want to spend the rest of their life with someone ahead of time (alternate text: and although I find permanence frightening), Life is short; I want to spend the rest of my life in your emotional vicinity."
Roughly an accurate and good thing for me to say, though strictly only in person, I have decided. Under few and irrelevant circumstances should that ever be addressed to an online recipient. It is something you ought to be physically present for, holding the persons hand perhaps; brushing a wayward strand of hair slowly from their cheek, of partaking softly and breathlessly in their eyes.