Maybe we should stop and ask for directions

Fellow traveler;
Weak and Weary Wanderer
We share no blood, but we bicker like brothers
We share no common beliefs
But no one understands me in this moment like you do
I need you, you need me
We couldn't be dissimilar other than
One vital commonality:

We are both Lost.

nesting

I am moving into my first real life apartment. No, I'm not moving in with other people like I have been my whole post-nest-leaving life... I am getting and furnishing my own space! I want the way it's decorated to reflect my hopes for my life in the next few years. I want it to be a place of light, lots of open windows with the curtains seldom drawn. Inviting, well-lit, because I want to be known and seen. No more hiding. I won't have a television. My living room will be filled with chairs, so many chairs. Places for any and all who want to take a break from the stress of the day-to-day. Records and games and food and love intermingled with a sense of welcome. And a piano. The sound of music will never leave my home or my heart. This is my dream for a new apartment. Pretty tall order for four walls, right?

children in suits

I feel like part of a generation of children with independence and self-sustaining professions. Where was the crack in the process meant to grow us all up?

Frienddumped

I got friend-dumped. Twice. For the same reason. And the worst part is, for the first time... I didn't do anything to deserve either one.

Spring

My heart is made of spring
My body fits into the season,
like a key into a lock.
Your hand and my hand, they are the only ones we need
(I've already removed the batteries from your clock)
You don't need time to determine
the age of your soul.
You just need your eyes to see
how young we make each other feel. 

Shmalentine's Day

Anyone who knows me knows I have a long, dark history with February 14th (and all festivities the day entails) and have a very low opinion of the whole holiday. One year I even sported a shirt emblazoned with the phrase, "Every time you wish someone a happy Valentine's day, God kills a kitten".  Ordinarily, I will gather all my single friends and we will hold an AntiValentine's day, where bitterness reigns and many zombie films are watched. This year however, I think I will break my glorious tradition of love-hating. I think this year I will accept the fact that just because Valentine's has been cruel to me, does not mean it hasn't been equally kind to others. I will smile rather than sneer at the couples and rejoice in the fact that someone is enjoying love, even if it is not me. Love is beautiful, friends. It can not be explained by mathematical equation or produced by artificial means. It just is, like the smell of rain or the sound of the wind in trees just is. If you have love in your life, whether it is eros, storge, phileo, or agape, treasure it and nurture it on the most loving day of the whole year.

of mice and men

Now I know why a solitary farm full of nothing but bunnies was such an irresistible fantasy. I find myself preoccupied with wild, desperate escapist fantasies. I just want, need, have to get out of here!