early in the morning could never be enough.
I want to transcend my usual protein dosage
Scramble up my eggs and fog up the surfaces of my retinas
That hauntingly white noise
from the screen to the frying pan -
will become rhythmic
and the ultimate archetype of our love making.
I’ll be happy when…
I fail so much at blogging.
I think it has to do with my urge to keep a lot of things in my life private… and not posted all over the internet. Which is strange, because I love reading other people’s personal blogs, which contain things like intimate details of relationships, family, work, etc. I’ve never really been that great at talking about myself either, at least not for an extended and consistent period of time.
Now that I think of it, this personality trait of mine has possibly infiltrated my creative style. I think my urge to keep things private and … mysterious - to some extent - causes me to write in a more cryptic manner than others. It’s like I would like to write about something… but I put it in this complicated and strange coding so that it would be difficult for a reader to actually know what I’m saying. This way, I still have my privacy.
Geez, that’s pathetic.
Well, at the very least, it’s a theory to think about. I wonder if there are others out there that feel the same way. Probably not… or else they wouldn’t be blogging.
Don’t get sucked into the ‘I’ll be happy when…’ attitude.
Mascara speared across the pillow case.
I’ve spent every waking moment of my life
attempting to perfect the appearance of my body.
"Live life to the fullest in honor of those who have suddenly lost the opportunity. Even go as far as to love the “problems” you face, for when the time comes they won’t be problems at all, just memories of the legacy you leave behind."