clear vase of nothing.

sorry.

things to say.

but i'm not in the mood to say them.

maybe tomorrow.

scratch the surface.

your words.

they mean more to me.

than you think they do.

biting and acerbic.

caring and the like.

in my head.

it sounds the same.

i can't see past the motivation.

can you really blame me?

blowing days.

past like a feather.

luminous fish.

spinning round like locks.

black lace.

again intention.

is this really what it's like?

maybe something more peaceful is in order.

your chatter is open.

your open honesty is not at all powerful.

follow the script.

and the world.

in the circle life.

intimacy is in many layers.

and you touch none of them.

isolation.

secretly while in the heart of it all.

i'll just walk around.

and listen to all your well speech of fear.

no more now.

when will you realize?

ugh.

disgust.

as usual.

or is this a new thing?

i guess it kinda is.

i'm a hypocrite.

you are too probably.

so don't start judging.

self respect is somewhere here.

i'm sure of it.

great urgency.

and sense of time.

it's all so fast.

strings of diamonds.

and glitter.

and color.

search the boxes.

for the past.

and dispose of it all.

well mostly.

what you keep is relevant.

have we just become too obsessed.

with comfort?

instead of actual matter.

i kinda feel maybe so.

it's so much work.

i dont know how you do it.

i should start anew.

maybe that will solve the issues.

i doubt it though.

all i need is some other problem.

not like you do either.

i think it will work out.

all of it.

well i would hope so.

at the least.

pleasure in the small things.

new postcards.

and small trinkets.

of the past.

options are in front.

pick your own.

tire pressure or is it tired of pressure?

texas air.

so much swirling around in it.

excitement.

and anger.

and a lot of other things.

i hate that we do this.

and that you expect it of me.

you really do pressure me.

its not your fault.

i do it to myself.

and your not as bad as the others.

i've lied.

and cheated.

and stole.

and you know nothing of it.

straight to your face.

and you need an introduction.

although i need to find the person first.

new plants.

and new water.

and new life.

your going to be my lifetime heart.

beating against...

everything.

no dnaeil, im not writing a blog.

all day long.

although i could.

if i wanted to.

pry the window open.

and slide on in.

no one is going to catch you.

what would you do?

let it slip through the cracks?

or would you tighten your grip?

i guess i found my answer.

oh yeah, i remember those days.

they were far far away.

and this is like a repeat.

of all the same.

i love the power.

im addicted to the roar.

and the motion.

you are my pink bag.

my running engine.

i think ive had a little too much b52s.

lighten the hair.

and leave the excess behind.

little pink polka dots.

why am i obsessed?

oh, laundry.

yes yes.

so the story is.

home again.

and things are the same.

but not.

because it will just not be.

i care far too much.

probably.

for this type of thing.

just an old fashioned kinda girl.

in a messed up world.

wait! oh yes, mars. "I'm from Mars."

changing spaces.

like rooms.

and pillows.

can't decide.

this way or that.

i can't even choose a color.

let alone a personality.

dreary plane rides.

and cold weather.

thank you for not placing me.

tunes stuck in my head.

always.

i am thankful.

but not necessarily to the one i "should" be.

let's eat.

do you want some more potato salad?

or just my biting questions?

new fountain.

i wish it had been here forever.

left.

right.

when did this road change?

i'm acting like a sybil.

or so im told.

excited about the whole thing.

cleaning up.

and clearing out.

yet again.

things must go.

the clutter is just a killer.

i must minimize.

it really does suck out your energy.

i love the boxes.

and the books.

and all thats there.

but it would serve better.

elsewhere i believe.

maybe you would like it.

take part now.

thank you for the song and dance.

i have yet to see the main attraction.

quote of the day "be good or be good at it"

love it.

swirl around lady.

and plop on the couch.

it's so good to talk to you again.

it's like home.

but you can never really go back there.

it's rediscovery.

of it in other places.

waiting for packages still.

and slow little yawns.

i should go.

lots to do.

and so little little time.

"at the funplex"

oh my.

what a surprise.

you are a disappointment.

weird words.

and dangerous commentary.

what are you doing?

pack.

and unpack.

it's my way to be organized.

lists.

and energy to the extreme.

its not really all that good.

apparently.

burn it off.

in every way.

mocha scent.

and container store.

i just can't contain myself.

when did they come up with all this useless crap?

and why do i want it so much?

no. minimize.

focus.

transparent leaves.

and natural tone.

thunderstorm.

how lovely.

i can't wait to be home.

although it has me up in nerves.

as per usual.

plans galore.

and memorize the images again.

they've invaded your happy space.

goodbye's are no good.

and long awaited destiny turned.

it seems so slow now.

so meaningless.

existentially defunct.

hanging tides.

beach dreams.

i want to be in the warm sand.

black umbrellas.

and tiny raindrops will have to do.

salvaging material.

its all part of the process.

flirtacious evenings.

and drinks of cool crisp deliciousness.

i can not wait see you.

it doesn't make me nervous that i can't say no.

it makes me nervous that i want to say yes.

must get something done.

pink polka dots and lime green shirts.

they didn't make themselves you know.

it's nice to see the familiar.

but it's not even touching me anymore.

for the rest of your life.

taxi furry.

and unwanted alarms.

scurrying about in robes and suits.

it's funny how your life works.

i've been meaning to do this for some time.

an improvement of self.

i hope.

lists.

and calendars.

my dream world is excellent.

except that one night.

it's like all my wishes do come true.

realistically which would never happen here.

but thats kind of nice.

fish fish fish.

i don't know what your looking for.

shopping outings.

because i just can't get enough you know.

search for a deal.

i always manage to find them.

attack of panic.

yet again.

this is getting worrisome.

not to mention tiring.

new things to come.

i have surprises in store.

they are more for me.

than you.

i hope.

i wish you could be here.

and enjoy the day.

it's beautiful.

cramped rooms.

and fluttering eyes.

i can't listen to save my life.

but i love you.

pack up your life.

like a game of tetris.

so much junk.

and accumulation.

it's amazing organization.

i will miss this.

but i'm ready for something new.

something bolder and light.

all at once.

i should probably study some more.

i'm just blogging.

it's not anything significant.

don't worry about it.

oh, time to go.

it's revolution.