Who says you can’t make pumpkin pie in March? Complete with homemade whipped cream. I’m a culinary soul.
Laying with my head on your lap,
your hand tangled softly in my hair.
The strong scent of leather is intoxicating—
your belt and the fabric of your jeans are together rough against my cheek
and I rise and fall with the breath through your body
as oxygen lifts your chest and drops it back again.
You breathe, and I breathe you.
Meet my two darling mayhem mistresses: Ophelia and Rosalind. Meow.
It’s a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In the dangling conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.
Daydreaming about the future has been my favorite past-time my entire life. Idling away the days wishing they were past, and yet all the while living so wildly; it’s an intriguing feeling, observing yourself grow older — and grow up. Always, I wonder what the upcoming years hold for me. I also keep wishing I could tell my 12-year-old self where life would take her… Somehow, I think she knew all along. I’ve always been an ambitious dreamer.
- finally achieved the reason for which I moved to this city, Journalism has always been my calling, and I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m working in the newsroom. I hope to never leave.
- adopted two kittens: Ophelia and Rosalind. They make me laugh and keep me company. Pets are good for the soul, and cats are goddesses.
- honed my cooking skills. Crockpots for Christmas? Who would have guessed I’d love that.
- quit smoking. For good. Feels good.
- attended my second wedding and first funeral.
- started caring about my credit score. Lol adulthood.
- left my religious wandering days and solidified my faith in Catholicism. I’ll be confirmed in May. The first of many eternal decisions this year, I think.
- fell in love. over and over again.
- matured. And that’s a first.
Unto the breach, and a brave new year.
Resolution one; I’m going to start writing again.
———More to follow.