Sitting here, as the sun fades.
Another day over, another night to begin.
Wondering what to do.
Thinking of you.
Are you feeling this way too?
Empty nights follow empty days.
All the fun gone but not erased.
Traces of laughter and love,
smudged like fingerprints.
My mind wanders,
waffling between now and then;
dreaming of when.
Longing for a connection.
Looking for a break.
Another day ends the same as it began.
Without you.
If you haven't done so already, check out my website project for school!! I would love to have you sign my guestbook! Tell me what you think !
You Were a Creative Kid |
 When you were a kid, you always had to be doing something with your hands. Whether you were painting a picture or just doodling, you had to be creating something. You were too busy thinking about your future creations to listen in school. It's likely that every part of school was a challenge for you, except for art class. |
If I could think of nothing clever to say
or nothing witty to write,
would that be the end of me?
If I could think of nothing kind to do
or nothing to be happy about,
would that be the end of me?
Are my words and deeds so much apart of me
that if they ceased, I do as well?
Are my thoughts and disposition so much apart of me
that if they ceased, I do as well?
Maybe I'm more than those combined.
Maybe I'm more than meets the eye.
For I am body and spirit.
For I am strength and weakness
Of the many things I am
and for the many things I am not,
I am unique.
I am me.
Finally, a date has been set for my mother's breast cancer surgery. It will be March 17th, 2010. She has decided to have the complete breast removed and have reconstructive surgery, followed by chemo. Thankfully, last go round it was radiation treatment or she wouldn't be allowed the chemo this time. She is still in good spirits, but I can see, she is worrying under the surface. Who wouldn't? But she remains strong and determined to give it her best fight. I wish it would just go away and spare her all that lies ahead, but that isn't gonna happen. We all have to deal with what life throws at us, whenever it does, to the best of our ability. I'm sure she will be glad when all of this is behind her. I know I will.
Slow motion love.
A subtle seduction.
The bat of a lash.
The hint of a smile.
To hook you.
To reel you in.
Weaving a mystery.
Creating an intrigue.
To have you guessing.
To leave you wondering.
All for you.
All for you.
The scans came back negative. The cancer hasn't spread.
Love, powerful and enabling
These are from a photo shoot in 1983. I was 18 and just out of high school. I scanned these last night from the proof sheets I stumbled across. I wish the quality was better. Everything seems overexposed. But it's still a great memory!
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