Mermaids

I sang a song for her
I made a go of it
Dreamt kisses and yogurt with strawberry chunks
I drunk the kool-aid
and believed in mermaids

I searched for her in the waves
and found the rocks

It's fun to be fake in love.  And it sucks to have your fake heart broken by a fake love.  Haha. I've been reading a lot lately and reading inspires me to write.  Funny how that works sometimes.  It's been a while since I've been here.  Sometimes it feels like I'm always just visiting.  Maybe I'll stay a little longer this time.  We'll see.  Check out my now dead vegan blog in the sidebar.  I haven't been completely dormant.  Peace out.

Ex Hunter

I used to be young once
with a hop and skip
and the capacity to be happy

Trading songs for smiles
Major moments in time
I barely hear the music now
Minor annoyances at best

I rest my eyes
and wash the salt off my face
I'm uncomfortable being pursued
and don't have the heart to chase

Spitting truth today.  Unbelievable truth.  I guess it takes some truth to spit to get me out of my semi-retirement.  The other day I read "Pride and Prejudice".  Look at me say, "the other day" as though I read it in one sitting.  I didn't. It took me a few days to read it.  There's a passage near the end of the book where L. B. contemplates that she doesn't have the same capacity to be happy like her sister J. B.  And that even if she were in the same circumstances that J. B. would be far happier than she could ever be.

Had a pretty emotional day at church today.  Maybe more on that later... or maybe never.  Peace out.