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.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
What the Ef, Tuesday?!
Mercury retrograde or something? I keep forgetting things today like my generously loaded beep card ,,, my ever reliable blue fan ... this big bag lady's bag holder ... my working desk'sa mess the whole day because of that arrggg ... and and i keep missing my medsssss hayyy ... and this one's really funny ... i'm currently running on a single journey ticket ---->> on a full route, damn!
I got home in one piece, and realized I have been wearing mismatched earrings the whole effin time in the office LOL
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