Oh hello sticky shadows, it’s been awhile. Oh hello curving darkness and dormant demons, have I bothered your slumber? Have I agitated you once more? Pardon me while I show you the door, show you the door, show you the door – – – 

Oh hello crescent moon, waning above me, singing softly of cycles and new beginnings, I’m glad you don’t sting today with expectations, sitting pretty in the corner of your sky. Patient. 

Oh hello random strangers who hi-five me while I jog around town, hello old Japanese man who shovels the snow with an aging, rounded back, hello snow bunnies who leave me teasing trails. 

Rounds of three, tired eyes, the importance of breakfast and starting off right and what is right anyways? Got a sweet comment from an anonymous reader who asked me why I wanted to have so much control anyways? Why not just enjoy the cookies? 

Born to be a Lover. Just want to love, love, love. Has been good to dance again. Has been great. Born to be a Lover. When I was a kid I’d carry band-aids around in my fanny pack in case anyone needed one, especially during family bike rides. I had a bell I’d give my mum when she was sick. Love to love, love to love, love to love…

“What are you writing about?”

-shrug- “free flow thought” 

-shrug-

“Any topic suggestions?”

“Garlic bread.”

“Garlic bread….well, that’s two out of my five hundred words…”

“Glad to be of service.” 

Garlic bread is fucking delicious. We have it often here. I fell in love with it at my first job as a deli girl (Deli Geli in tha hoouuse). I use to eat loaves of garlic bread with marinara sauce for lunch (#healthy). I learned I liked green peppers on my pizza there, and what a cannoli was, too. (I.e. the important things in life). My freshmen year of college a new friend told me she’d never seen anyone spend so much time making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. An even spread is important y’all, especially for the corner pieces, they always get gypped. Can’t be havin’ no imbalanced PB & J mm-mmmmmm *index finger Up*

I’ve been asking others for topic suggestions recently, help turn the wheels, get inspiration (you’re welcome to send any my way) – “Full moons”, “your road trip”, “how you waited months and months for that epic hair wrap I just put in your hair today” – the list goes on. Nothing fits quite right (does it ever?) ((yes, yes it does)) but it all creates something bigger (something bigger…something bigger…something bigger…like Love?  Like Love, like Love, like Love…) 

I realized today part of why I’m still wrestling with certain things is because I hold space for it. I allow it. Even though I may hate It, I indirectly give It space by working with average or okay or good. We can always get by and make do. But that’s not the life I want to live. Oh no, that is not the life I want to live at all.