It's back breakin', it's nerve rackin'
it's really frustrating ... i went to church, broke my manna and said my prayers.
Please put a better me on a better Thursday, please.
... i waited for a BIG gesture. it came very very late in a little little package. that does not amount to anything compared to what I was put through.
but i want to be fair, so
1st step = check!
2nd step = ditch it!
next step = actually, all things done, undone ... time passed, cannot, undone, done.
I tried to put sense from all this whimsical ride, from one man's curiousity and boredom, to a woman's cynicism and indifference --- i wrote a poem. i can't post right now. too much.
meantime, jusz hug me like you mean it. ;)
Well then, ask Mark. If you ask Mark, yeah Mark, that Mark, this is how that poor boy Mark is gonna describe my after taste :)
*the coldest non-computing machine to re-boot
*the meanest mind gamer
*the biggest tease
Irma ;)
ROLLING ON THE FLOOR LAUGHIN' (VERY) LOUDLY MY ASS OFF!
This whole Wednesday, when I actually planned to start the day trying to be really really nice ... I was an uncontrollable bitch throwin' hissy fits the whole time, damn!
Well, I made it to church after office. And made my peace with God.
(must be some episode of post menstrual syndrome whatever!!!, i said. God took my word. I'm forgiven. Were you?)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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