'Her(e) in this House..."
And it does, the art, books and file cabinets of personal accomplishments. Surrounded by Pink I am surprised I can breathe. When I clear away the clutter I dance, drunk and looking forward to life. I like what I am. I like the colours I choose when writing letters. The words I pronounce when speaking. The faces I make when I am laughing and don't know the shape of my smile. I like short baths in silky water that end with me standing, air dried slowly in front of my heater.
I am in a studio, kitchen, bathroom, closet and what I call the "back room". I pay very little for what I adore, I think it should be bartered free, in exchange for the love I give. My landlord is concise and non-meddling. He does'nt live here and never would. He drives a white BMW and has a beautiful daughter who is shy and still just a baby.
I have been here seven and a half years. 7 1/2 years.
My weakness is my paranoia. The cops have been here. Once I called them, twice my neighbours did.
I have a futon that is perpetually broken. I bought a new one and it is broken too. I have never had a real bed in any house I have lived in. Water beds, air beds, a frame, no mattress and usually the floor or a sleeping bag. Makeshift sleeping, I ought to pay more attention to that...next time. "But its so small." D2 said.
Two dogs have visited my house; Eena and Najila, or did Kailea visit too? They were well behaved and fell asleep on my bed. I'm not allowed a pet of my own though one of the new tenants has a rabbit. This morning while taking out the garbage I saw the telltale wood shavings and poo-balls. I want to tell on the culprit. Dogs, I don't mind. I had a rat once, I don't even recall her name, she died so quickly. I took E and looked at her and didn't really love her. He took Atevan and found her receptive to his conversation.
I love my kitchen, it is the home of atrocity, neglect and nervousness. Chandra wants it to be the place where meals are prepared but I have always had trouble appreciating food preparation. Odd, considering I do it for a living.
Someday there will be a bed to sleep in and a kitchen in which to cook but until then I laugh, unencumbered by what should or will be, and I enjoy what is. Mine. Me. Just Pink and black fluff balls that need to be vacuumed up along with a few weeks worth of hair and detris.
Who spends too much time loving what they are?
You should.
I am in a studio, kitchen, bathroom, closet and what I call the "back room". I pay very little for what I adore, I think it should be bartered free, in exchange for the love I give. My landlord is concise and non-meddling. He does'nt live here and never would. He drives a white BMW and has a beautiful daughter who is shy and still just a baby.
I have been here seven and a half years. 7 1/2 years.
My weakness is my paranoia. The cops have been here. Once I called them, twice my neighbours did.
I have a futon that is perpetually broken. I bought a new one and it is broken too. I have never had a real bed in any house I have lived in. Water beds, air beds, a frame, no mattress and usually the floor or a sleeping bag. Makeshift sleeping, I ought to pay more attention to that...next time. "But its so small." D2 said.
Two dogs have visited my house; Eena and Najila, or did Kailea visit too? They were well behaved and fell asleep on my bed. I'm not allowed a pet of my own though one of the new tenants has a rabbit. This morning while taking out the garbage I saw the telltale wood shavings and poo-balls. I want to tell on the culprit. Dogs, I don't mind. I had a rat once, I don't even recall her name, she died so quickly. I took E and looked at her and didn't really love her. He took Atevan and found her receptive to his conversation.
I love my kitchen, it is the home of atrocity, neglect and nervousness. Chandra wants it to be the place where meals are prepared but I have always had trouble appreciating food preparation. Odd, considering I do it for a living.
Someday there will be a bed to sleep in and a kitchen in which to cook but until then I laugh, unencumbered by what should or will be, and I enjoy what is. Mine. Me. Just Pink and black fluff balls that need to be vacuumed up along with a few weeks worth of hair and detris.
Who spends too much time loving what they are?
You should.