Um, party of one.

there’s always room for breakfast. well, sometimes, there’s just not time for it. breakfast can be something to look forward to. you go to bed and think…hmmm… what am i going to do tomorrow? what exciting thing am i going to come up with in the morning? who’s going to like this or that? and what does everyone feel for? but , when you can’t figure it out… well, at least you know you’ll have breakfast. and, even if it’s not the most gourmet, or  the most leisurely breakfast and you find yourself eating…

rain, sleet and the attempt at a love poem. (VIDEO)

  this is a love poem for you to let you know someone loves you without regrets, without expectations, without pride. it’s only simple and genuine love. who knows where this love came from? or when this love happened? or how love began? love can’t answer these questions. in light or darkness, in public or secret. in a lonely house, in a crowded space, there is love for you. it’s enough that you are loved. and, when you find that this love poem is treu and only for you, you’ll…

the vanishing lofty dreams to hold you up

when you got something to hold you up… it’s comforting. when you got something that holds you back…it’s a burden. when you got something to hold down… it’s exhausting. when you talk and talk and hold forth… it’s tedious. when you give and give and finally hold out… it’s unnatural. when you can’t express yourself freely and you need to hold it in… it’s discouraging. when you wait, and wait, and you hold off… it’s uncertain. when you ponder and exhale and you hold on… it’s reassuring. and when things don’t work…

a waiting room

in a waiting room…. you look at the magazines rack and leaf through old unwanted books. your eyes move to the ceiling , then glance at the floor. you don’t make eye contact with anyone else, instead you look at the walls but there’s no clock. you look at your fone and check the time. your eyes to turn to the front door and see more people coming in to wait. your eyes glance at the receptionist. you notice the artificial flowers carefully placed next to the real orchids on…

someplace

  sometimes, you may feel handicapped, and you feel you’ve chosen the wrong place. you have to remind yourself where you want to be, and you have to vocalize where you want to go. you want to visualize the road ahead. you make a plan but it’s still too vague. sometimes you look around and see brave faces, and you remind yourself you have what they have. you have your legs and your feet, your arms and your hands, your brain and your heart, your eyes and lips. you realise you’ve…

reminders

  behave the way you want others to behave. (kindness is always in st yle break down some walls and barriers. (big hammers are always handy) you’re pretty awesome. (i’m not just saying that!) take the stairs (elevators are…um, dunno) live a little lighter. and live a little more. take a little risk (but don’t hurt yourself or others!) the past is old so look at new things. make new things. push a little. (don’t shove, that gets you no-where)   i may or may not have said this ….…

champagne and french fries

maybe you know this or maybe you don’t. i love champagne. i love chips. and i love fries. i love champagne with fries. that can be my dinner. and it’s how i celebrate. celebrate anything. i kick off my shoes (or flip flops) and pour a glass of champagne and get my salty fries. what do i celebrate? too long to list. but it’s anything from: an unexpected, sweet bird pecking at our kitchen window. to newborns, to ‘i quit my job’, to ‘i got a job’ , to ‘i met…

a sunday drive through a rainy paradise (VIDEO)

driving at the speed limit, today. not that it matters. so many palm trees in the cemetery. the dead must feel like they’re in paradise. but not today. most days they’ll soak up the sun, and enjoy a cool breeze…or a balmy evening. but not today. today, they’ll enjoy a cold chill with heavy winds and rain. all day. they’ll enjoy some visitors chasing wind-blown umbrellas through the headstones and name plates across the field. but when the storm runs out of rain and wind…and things are more calm, it…

the convenience of insanity and loneliness

    the moment you hear their laughter and see their smiles love passes by in full speed. and, when they’re gone, loneliness weigh you down. heavy and in slow motion. and with love’s circumstances, you feel numb. you hear a clock ticking. you’ll hold on to forgotten breaths. and, then melancholia intrudes. it harbors doubts. yet, you’ll find your own way through a muted, stagnant gloom. and with all your knowledge you’ll make your own light. but you’ll sense slow movements as you teeter and, sometimes you hear a comforting ring. and you stare at the telefone.…

love and other circumstances (because it’s Valentine’s day, almost)

when my friend and I were chatting the other day… we talked about when someone’s big smile is noticeable. we notice when he/she compliments everything and everyone around him/her. he/she finds good and beauty in everything. all. the. time. this isn’t unusual. what’s unusual is when he/she talks about how wonderful everything is in every single breath. “in love” is our first thought. and we thought of people who falls in love once in a while. or once only. others who seamlessly flirt in every breath and comment and conversation. and, others who fall in love quite often! all the time. some…

my very own running soundtrack

the reason i plan on running the l.a. marathon, is… well, no real reason other than peer pressure (hee) and well, it’s on Valentine’s day. favorite day. it’s so cool that we dedicate one day for all things cheesy and hearts. and i told my family, i’m not a runner. so i will run with my heart and my legs will follow. or my legs will take me there. something cheesy like that. LOVE!!! :) but i’ve been forgetting that, lately. i’ve been forgetting the cheese and saying things like, “what…