Saturday, March 26, 2011

Cha Cha Cha Changes

Sometimes I want to change my life. It's possibly a habit I have developed over the years... made worse by changing seasons (which I did not experience growing up in the tropical south.)
But on this rainy PMS day, i have no clue what the change is i desire. Or no real way to plan it out.
When it is something simple like, 'i want to move' then i can look for a new house. When it is vague and lingering, almost nagging - it has no rules, it has no plans, it's only a strong desire that hasn't found a form.
I want things, that I dont know if i can have. And if I can have them, I dont know how i will get from point A to point B... although usually the dominoes keep falling on their own knocking the next day into the next without any effort on my part.



Kittie Howard said...

I learned one of my favorite expressions in Kenya: A river that doesn't flow becomes stagnant and dries up.

William Blake said...

Day is night in New York City
Smoke,like water runs inside
Steel idle trees to pity
Every living thing that's died

Life is like the coldest winter
People freeze the tears I cry
Words of hail their minds are into
I've got to crack this ice and fly

Gonna hitch a ride
Head for the other side
Leave it all behind
Never change my mind
Gonna sail away
Sun lights another day
Freedom on my mind
Carry me away for the last time

Joe said...

A picture is worth.....
but a video is worth a trillion words

Anonymous said...

Bad poetry and P.M.S. sounds like a disaster!

Leslie's Gone Oko said...

Anon -
i can think of two disasters worse the "PMS/bad poetry" combo...
Japan, and Libya.

that should put things into scale.