it has been far too long since a feeling like this has brought sparkling hope
lately i've been filled with incredible anticipation. im gaining new confidence in who i am and who i will become. im glad to be where i am now, with nothing but hardships, grace, friendship, low wages and a warm home filled with love to come home to.
it feels like summer every now and then. i can catch it breezing past me as the wind picks up a bit, after i leave work, or get out of my car, or sit inside as the rays of the sun reveal just how dusty the venitian blinds have become. oh how the lack of seratonin in the winter leaves me ill motivated to clean. but today, i set out a fruit basket. last week i participated in a birthday party which simultaneously included a dance party that left me aching for summer. it is so difficult to taste something rich and go without it for so long, but it has left me wondering and waiting, hoping and dreaming for the seemingly infinite days of summer when i am taken back to childhood innocence and everything tastes sweeter than i could ever imagine. the possibilities are endless. my dreams have lost all bounds. i will model, i will paint, i will dance and sing, i will drive over the posted speed limit with the windows rolled down and the sounds of denison witmer and anathallo resonating through the trees and homes around me, and i hope that they will dance, too, to the anthems for the days where purity and plenty lay, where lessons grow like dandelions, which i will never believe are a weed in my path, but a beautiful flower to be cherished and beloved.
it feels like summer every now and then. i can catch it breezing past me as the wind picks up a bit, after i leave work, or get out of my car, or sit inside as the rays of the sun reveal just how dusty the venitian blinds have become. oh how the lack of seratonin in the winter leaves me ill motivated to clean. but today, i set out a fruit basket. last week i participated in a birthday party which simultaneously included a dance party that left me aching for summer. it is so difficult to taste something rich and go without it for so long, but it has left me wondering and waiting, hoping and dreaming for the seemingly infinite days of summer when i am taken back to childhood innocence and everything tastes sweeter than i could ever imagine. the possibilities are endless. my dreams have lost all bounds. i will model, i will paint, i will dance and sing, i will drive over the posted speed limit with the windows rolled down and the sounds of denison witmer and anathallo resonating through the trees and homes around me, and i hope that they will dance, too, to the anthems for the days where purity and plenty lay, where lessons grow like dandelions, which i will never believe are a weed in my path, but a beautiful flower to be cherished and beloved.