Deja Brew

when you write… when I read what you write… there’s a settling that happens in me that tastes so much like peace. and if there is certainty in contentment, if it wasn’t the ethereal notion that it is, or if it didn’t elude our discernment with such furtiveness, there would be that, too. your words touch me like nothing ever have before. I can lose myself in them and just as you would not want to breathe out again, I am hoping never to be found…

Day 21/2010

yes, test the water if you must, but you’ve got to take the plunge some time. how else would you know the difference? and why rob yourself of the knowledge?…..

Day 20/2010

I do. You have. And yes, I know…..

Day 19/2010

there is a place right between what people see as ‘nice’ and what is wanting to scream from my heart that tends to be hollow… and all I want is to spell ‘happy’ with you in a thousand different ways…

Day 18/2010

‘I would have waited for you to find me here, ‘ she said, ‘but I am too impatient and you are much too settled. Your world spins on its own axis, with its own momentum, in its own direction, untouched… untouchable…’

Day 17/2010

‘… and then when I get rich,’ he said, ‘I’d have an English garden in my backyard, and there will be lots of flowers and they will come in all colors, and I’d pick a few at a time and put them in a vase. Every time I do that, you will be, to me, a breath closer.’

Day 15/2010

This is the 3rd day I wouldn’t have posted anything if not for this. I have a picture but I can’t find the cable or whatever it’s called, that thing I need so I can upload it on my pc so I was planning on leaving it for later.

And then somebody made a comment on my FB. Allow me to leave the story out but I thought it was rude, the way he left the message, more than the message itself. Actually, that he left a message at all, in the light of how he has been behaving towards me was rude in itself.

And ever the advocate for lost causes, I saw the light. A ha! Now I have something to gripe… errr… write about!

I wasn’t going to gripe. He’s not worth it.

I just wanted to say, and I’m saying it here cause it’s going to be longer than the FB regulation 420 character-long status, that I realize it’s actually hard to bitch when you’re not a bitch. In other words, it’s tough stooping down.

There.

You have to be more tolerant of the things that can’t be helped, she told him. You have to let every breath out so you can take another one in. Sometimes you just have to let things be.

Day 14/2010

… there be but one life, and there be joys merely meant for the giving…

Day 13/2010

and then I said, ‘Yes,’ and you said, ‘No, it’s ok, go ahead,’ and we were both too busy trying to be polite and not losing our tempers that we didn’t hear ourselves agreeing.

Day 12/2010