Hubby and I were sitting sipping some sparkling wine and eating a mixture of cheeses from our picnic basket when a chilled breeze came off the ocean and clouds started gathering above us hiding the planes taking off from LAX.
The waves gathered more white tops and we gathered close snuggling to hold off the wind while watching the ocean spin and twirl. We weren’t worried about a warm Californian rain but as a sharp piece of ice hit the edge of my champagne flute shattering it in my palm we panicked thinking how far it would take the get to the car.
More and more hail rained down upon us turning our flesh bright red, with purple and blue welts raising on our skin. We ran to the doorway of the public baths gathering with a group of strangers in the doorway hoping for a break in the weather.
We ran our hands over each others stinging skin laughing at the way our date had ended. Another one for the memory books.
If you asked anyone who knew me what object is me,
It’d easily be the computer you see,
On it I’ve met both my other halves.
A BFF and a spouse that are both must haves,
I have my fun and I have my work too,
It’s really great when i have nothing better to do.
I love my computer and my computer loves me
Now if I could just stop it from blinking c:\\
I think the most enticing, sweet, sensual, comforting scent is the lilac. It is so full of body and it fills the air with such a complicated flavor that you can’t help but be enticed by it. Were it a poison I would sip it willingly, inhale it deeply and fall into its succulent depths.
My husband says ignorance is bliss but I always worry about people thinking the worst of me. Even the people who are nearest and dearest to me.
Would it validate all the things that make my borderline personality disorder what it is or would it create an almost therapeutic wave as my reality shifts.
What if people actually thought what I thought they thought. That would be horrible way to live with the rest of your life.
Nope don’t think I would want it if I had to keep it forever. I am not secure enough to do it
When I have things to do, things that can wait. In reality everyting can wait can’t it? I nap!
I love to close my eyes and dream of the future and the past, even the nightmares are more entertaining then the mundane tasks that I put aside for that warm feeling of sleep.
Sure I could be living life, but I’d rather just close my eyes and be where things are more vivid and vibrant and not at all boring or taxing.
Clouds making their own art.
Robots have it easy.
They have no wills or wants.
No feelings or needs.
No worrying about being happy or sad.
No cravings of the body or heart.
No fears of death.
Robots have it easy.
If I were fearless I’d explore the world. Nothing would stop me, not heights or bugs or germs and people. Animals would seem like nothing but bundles of cute to me and I wouldn’t fear quenching my thirst from local sources.
I’d write a book and paint plenty of art not caring if others liked them or not. I wouldn’t fear failure in the things that I did. I could accomplish anything because I would believe in myself and not be afraid of trying and learning.
I would be a whole person. I would have friends and foes and acquaintances too. I’d be the life of the party without the need for alcohol or weed. ( like I can find weed in Omaha anyhow ).
I’d wear what I wanted not caring what others thought and feeling good because I am being me instead of what society thinks I should be.
I would try out a lot more foods. Instead of sticking with the things that make me comfortable I would dabble and nibble and try something new any chance I could get.
I would be amazing if I had no fear..