3-Ply Morning

The sound of birds chirping outside her open window reminded her that spring had arrived, seemingly overnight. She smelled fresh earth and new life in the breezy air. Pushing the curtains aside, something appeared not quite right with the seemingly pastoral scene though.

Spring had obviously awoken the funny bone of local teens as well…

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Well G-Man, I had been living in a warmth-induced paradise, resplendent in yellows, greens, pinks and more until this bit of white appeared in the tree this week. I hope that some Mother gives her kids shit for using up the last role of 3-ply. It seems such a waste!

Ah, to be a teen again and delight in such juvenile pranks. After snapping a few pics I had to take it down though, as the forecast had been predicting rain. Nothing worse than trying to pull soggy t-p out of a tree (I would think anyway!).

I've been PAPERED!

heehee  =:-D

rebirth

I twisted in my sheets, trying to escape the visions in my mind. He was there. It was lies and I knew it, but my dreamscape refused to allow reality any sway. So, he knocked on my door. He told me that he had been thinking about me. With a sincerity in his voice, that didn't match his dark eyes, he told me that he missed me. He begged me to let him in. To let him do something for me, anything at all...


Before I knew what was happening, he was fixing my toilet (nevermind that there wasn't a thing wrong with it during daylight hours). He slathered it with a pink goop, that faded back to white before my eyes. Like he had done nothing at all. And he hadn't. But I knew the damage was done. He had broken my spirit once again. 


I screamed at myself to be strong. I demanded that I throw him out before things took a different turn. And then he was kissing me. I couldn't push away. My soul didn't respond, but my body refused to make him stop. Silent tears that only I could feel were all I could muster, as my panties hit the floor. He remembered, took his way with the shell of me and stepped back into the old pattern of leaving the way that he had come.


But love sat on the swing in the front yard. There was no movement, but I knew it was there and finally refused to let history run away again. This time I had to find truth, even if it killed the only good thing in my life. I introduced the man in the swing, to the man with his hand on a car door, ready to disappear into the night. My words were the only thing that broke a tension tight enough to kill.


The swing swayed in the silent breeze left behind. No words were spoken, but I knew that I had lost. The only thing that I could do wrong had come to pass. My fear of everything and nothing was realized, as I stood alone on the doorstep again. Loss was the only partner that I deserved. 


The morning sun burned away the fog, but the dream stayed with me. Loss, my familiar partner, deceiver and liar extraordinaire had won again. Was this a warning, an accusation of spirit or a guilt-induced escape to safer climes? My ravaged garden didn't know the answer, but offered solace in its rebirth. And warm arms that gently turned me around to spill into limitless eyes absorbed the tears that finally fell. The dream was not my reality. This was...

Another Music Monday

Another new discovery that makes my heart soar. The sound is simple, yet so full of beauty. Let me introduce a band from across the pond today (Bristol to be exact). Here is Message to Bears and their esoteric song "Wake Me".

 

Watch That Step!

Looking up didn't seem so bad. One foot in front of the other until you reached the top. How hard could that be? 


It wasn’t until I reached the top and looked down that there was a problem. All I had to do was let go, right? 


So why did my hands shake so badly?

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I would have kept going higher and higher regardless of the height, rather than look down from the top of the rock wall. Man, who would have known I was afraid of heights?! Ack! I did manage to make it to the pinnacle three times though. Not bad for a first timer, if I do say so myself. The laughter from the bottom was a little embarrassing though, as I tried to pry myself off the side of the wall without having a panic attack. Gotta watch that last step G-Man!

Music Monday

Wow, I think I just fell in love. These guys are Canadian too!

Excuse me, but I'm going "Home" with Walk Off the Earth today.