warm nose, cold hands
i trembled at it's imperfection
blots of ink smeared across the paper
no longer could i fight back
i became hostage to the pen...
notebooks, books and reciepts are filled with stanzas of unfinished poetry. they all seem to float about my backpack and room and return to me at a precise moment, when they have significant meaning. i'm scared to look back at my notebooks from phoenix because i know my emotions inundated them. i'm feeling so much better now that im home and adjusted, that i dont want to remember how lonely and empty i felt there.... but there is something missing in me. i miss sitting at the fountain watching the birds bathe and fight each other for pieces of tatter tots. i miss gazing at people as i walked underneath a canopy of palm trees. i miss my ambitions that floated away soom after i got homesick. what i do have is recollections of all the good midnight walks and haunting trees. fate has a funny way of tricking you. just when life is all planned out and "perfect".. bam it changes. a year ago life was sooo different. at this point in life i'm re-piece-ing myself. the puzzle isnt close from being completed but its going. the good thing is i'm happy. my smile has returned to overtake my face.. who knows maybe ill go back to asu next spring. if not, i'll fill the emptiness with cacti and tumble weeds... heh. maybe i'll stop wtiting snip its on paper and return to my journal... we'll see.
blots of ink smeared across the paper
no longer could i fight back
i became hostage to the pen...
notebooks, books and reciepts are filled with stanzas of unfinished poetry. they all seem to float about my backpack and room and return to me at a precise moment, when they have significant meaning. i'm scared to look back at my notebooks from phoenix because i know my emotions inundated them. i'm feeling so much better now that im home and adjusted, that i dont want to remember how lonely and empty i felt there.... but there is something missing in me. i miss sitting at the fountain watching the birds bathe and fight each other for pieces of tatter tots. i miss gazing at people as i walked underneath a canopy of palm trees. i miss my ambitions that floated away soom after i got homesick. what i do have is recollections of all the good midnight walks and haunting trees. fate has a funny way of tricking you. just when life is all planned out and "perfect".. bam it changes. a year ago life was sooo different. at this point in life i'm re-piece-ing myself. the puzzle isnt close from being completed but its going. the good thing is i'm happy. my smile has returned to overtake my face.. who knows maybe ill go back to asu next spring. if not, i'll fill the emptiness with cacti and tumble weeds... heh. maybe i'll stop wtiting snip its on paper and return to my journal... we'll see.