What Made Me Smile Today?

- washing the dishes and singing along to Beauty and the Beast

- seeing one of my kids while I walked tot he Co-op

- walking to work and humming along to The Sims 2 soundtrack

- heckling my co-worker all evening (he doesn't mind)

- my roommates coming home

U is for....

Unsettled.

I've been feeling really distracted--moreso than usual--and adrift. I have the feeling of restlessness that took my feet 3000 miles form Orlando, from home....

I don't know if Seattle is for me anymore. I don't know if it ever was for me to begin with.....

My Heart beats in the South and I feel like I need to be closer to the equator, or at least farther away from here.

I'm running to get away form that feeling, but I know it's all in me, so there's no running at all really.  I just have to sit and sort it out. Again. Because I never seem to find the bottom of this box/chest/container.

Fathoms deep.....

Late-Night Bus Ride Home

I should cut myself some slack, cause this shit is hard.

I tried space, time, distance, distraction...

And it always, always comes back to this.

So I'm not going to resist anymore.

This person is going to be a part of my Life for a long time, because it seems my Heart isn't ready to let go

It's going somewhere, I just don't know where yet.

Another Change of Pace

There's something about the snow that I love.

It might be the fact that it muffles the sounds of this little town and I can hear the song of the birds

It might be that the Sun reflecting off the sheets of white almost reminds me of the brightness and warmth of Summer

It might be the fact that I feel more inclined to go outside, because I like to watch my footprints in the snow

It might be the careful intentionality with which I have to tread the sidewalks

something like that....

Dilemmas of a Walking Poet

I haven't been writing as many poems, though not for lack of composing them.

I find the height of my composition occurs when I'm walking--to work, around town, or home.  Unfortunately, this is also the time when I don't have pen and paper available.

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Sometimes I fel like I'm losing touch, because my words slip away and with them the emotion of that very moment.

Dilemmas of a walking poet.  :/