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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.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

on being Jeszica



I’m 45.  May be half way through, may be soon, may be later.  
I wanna be Jessica.  I wanna be kiszed lyke Jessica.  But before all that I think I gotta find me myHelen™ :). 

But Josh, that Myers guy … he said it all … said it all right.   It was soooo good, sooooo right and so late.  :(  Marinating …

But this aint about Josh, that Myers guy.  This is about myHelen™ ;-)



*and this was what Josh, that Myers guy said, " and I was happier when you got so sad…was not because I didn’t want you to be happy.It was just because I wanted to be part of the reason you were happy. -

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