Jul 16, 2011

I wish thoughts had an expiration date.  Not being unique in this aspect, I over-think, over-analyze but under-act?  Here I am thinking of if I should, how I could, maybe it would...and by the time I figure it out...it's no longer relevant.

The other day I heard of a classmates passing.  She was a classmate, I won't lie and say we were friends.  The thing I remember the most is her smile....big, bright, never forced and always inviting.  I used to tell her she'd win pageants with her smile alone.  Cristina was one of the few people I can say was constantly faithful.  I didn't know her but that was one of the things I was sure about...she didn't rub it in your face, but she didn't hide it..wasn't ashamed and it wasn't questionable for her.  Why would something as horrible as CANCER happen to such a wonderful, faithful person?  What could possibly be the reason in that?  They say...God doesn't give you more than you can handle?  Like I said, we were just classmates.  I was pretty upset about it at work, a coworker asked about it..that was nice.  People don't seem to care much about others anymore.  I always care too much.


Not a soul reads this, but I feel like I should apologize for the random rambling
...the unfocused energy that is this post.
There are feelings
fragments of thoughts
partial truths and traces of evidence
bouncing around in my head.
I feel the need to let them flow,
go where they may and finally let them be freed and heard,
read
...or not
...but they'll be out.

jmv

Jul 9, 2011

All of the love&light in this ever-shrinking, yet glorious, universe is put to shame by the love&light in your beautiful, brown eyes... when, in awe, you look into mine and say: ''I see me in your eyes, Momma...Laila in your eyes!''  jmv

Jul 1, 2011

Haha!! You are very funny, Universe!

Although it was started by you
I need to uphold it

The distance between us
 
Just thinking of you arouses in me the memory and curiosity
Remembering the time shared
Awakens in me the desire to reach out
And close the gap
Between our bodies
Make the sweat run
Raise the temperature of an already sweltering, summer night
By erasing all second guessing and any thought of judgement
Only being in the moment

In the heat of our embrace

In the passion of our kiss

Melting together beneath your sheets




distance.


jmv

Jun 17, 2011

snippets from 'The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates

Started reading it June 14, 2011, 495 pages


"Keeping busy" is the remedy for all ills in America.
It's also the means by which the creative impulse is destroyed.





Jun 16, 2011

zerosixonesixoneone

I've been feeling rather impulsive lately.
Cut my hair again...out of boredom... the other day, right after work.





Sort of out of hair to cut, so what's next?!