| | So yeah, birthdays. For the longest time, it was just another day, one where I had to make a conscious effort to remind myself that it was the day for celebrating the time when I came kicking and screaming, bruised and fat, into the world. TONIGHT WAS AWESOME! Thanks to Rafe, Gen, Alex, Aidan, Emily, Christen, and all the poeple that called, IM'ed, flew in from other countries, sent galactic representatives, and created planets named in my honor. Recently, the idea of a personal year passing has become much more meaningful, representing series of horrible and wonderful and just plain average things that give the previous year flavor and scent, vivid memory...and fondue.
Not much else to say I'm afraid. I'm breaking my back for...probably entirely selfish reasons, but I'd like to think it's the good kind of selfish.I sometimes regret my form, as though I'm not as vibrant in the world as I wish to be...or perhaps not the right color or flavor. I feel like a windy spring day, when I wish I were a beach at sunset. I wonder...if I were my shadow, how would you think of me? Better yet, how would I think of me? Well, rather than turning the lights off, I'd probably put on some shades...but that would just make me look like a druggie, now wouldn't it?
I can come on so very strong, like essence pure in its vial. Nothing carries me, diffuses my strength into water like a tea. A tea sometimes too bitter. |
| | Posted 1/26/2006 11:48 PM - 2 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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