Montana

It's pure country out here - drifting fields running up into yellowed mountains.
Here, it's easy to believe the world is still a big place.
Easy to believe there's room to dream.

It's almost enough to make me want to marry a cowboy.
Almost.

Brother Understands

I hang my legs through the window,
painfully pale,
as he drags on his cigarette,
soft smoke,
drifting across my lap.

We trade thoughts like
playing cards,
lazily throwing them down
for the other to observe.

We dig out the pockets of pain,
brush off faded hopes,
and sit in silence,
to avoid being alone.

It's a treasure,
having someone to hold your thoughts,
when they've become too heavy,
a person to lean on
when you need a breath.


Life is lighter,
when you're understood.

to Regret

I can feel it coming after a long day,
when the heat and prolonged minutes have worn me thin,
the bitter copper rising up under my tongue,
a sinking in my bones.

Regret -
lingering in the veins
to whisper at my wrists.

Over time, I will bleed you out.

LeperLizardBaby

So it appears I have a rash, thanks to my lovely little children at work. Just some viral illness, I'm not even contagious...just ugly. Ha.

That's ok, I was needing a break from being so darn good looking anyways...
Who doesn't want legs that make you look like a leper lizard baby?
Or a polka dotted rhino?

See?
Being attractive is way overrated anyways....

Before Insanity

Where's the line between boredom and insanity?
Because I think I may be getting close, folks.

I'm almost bored enough to clean.
...Almost.

I miss school, and my brain turning creative circles.
I miss purpose.

Thankfully, summer work schedule will be starting soon,
and hopefully I'll get to be home more.
Once I have something to do it'll be better.

In the mean time, I'll be writing nonsense
and digging up old pictures! <3

Rain on the Roof

Waking to a soft splattering
knee socks and tights
still hidden under sweats,
fuzzy warmth rubbing at my legs,
with pillows and comforters piled high
and eyes drifting back to sleep.
In the darkened room I think,
this is a great feeling.

.being.alive.

Sometimes after work,
when everybody else I know is
still sleeping (=P)
I go for a drive
with the windows down
and the music loud,
without thinking a thought.
It's wonderful.

Today I had the strongest urge
to pull over and run
into a strangers field,
just to bury my feet in the dirt,
overturned, warm on the surface,
and cooled underneath.
I wanted to stand, half planted,
in the sunlight,
and enjoy being alive.