feb 9th

Drinking coffee, waiting for date, been avoiding my journal, been avoiding reality:a lot of things actually. I need to buckle down and get back into the swing of things. I need to step it u and get it rolling. And i need to get back in shape.

Want

Today I want

I want

Someone to pick flowers for

To play pianos for me

To make happy

I want a house built by my hand

Fresh tea and herbs

To read poetry and drink coffee

Run with my dog, and sculpt

I want to have a reason

to create, to lay in bed from sunrise until high noon

Want

Someone to hold and have

Today

I Simply

Want

Sandy

Sticky

Salty

Wrinkled

Damp

Golden strands

Caramel browns, greys

oak and a hint of sun

curling and cresting

Waves ever-flowing

upon the beach banks

of my forehead

tossled in with a few measly

dry hairs

overlapping, entangled,

and dripping dustings of sand

A little wilted

I was melted butter soaked into the crusts of wood flooring; melting my all-too gooey heart over the 4 legged ball of marshmallow fluff named Hillan snuggled into the crannies of all my crevices. Salty sweet and content resting with the dirt and ashes that accumulated from the soft murmur of the fire beyond that rusted metal guard.

Today I've become the wilted whispers of the the weeping willows long branches, rickety in the chatter of the wind. Too much time was spent inside beyond the lengthy stilts of the sun, the call of the spring sprouts, and the kisses of recently rained upon soil. A little wilted, maybe just over-watered and blown around underneath my own personal cloud. Tomorrow will be better I'll just remember to forget this doldrums im stuck in of too many hopes and nowhere to put them, I'll let that rejection I've been mucking through wash off these boots of mine, and pretend this gash in my mind is just a scratch in hopes that I'll loose enough matter to not mind in the morning.