i’ve been blessed with some amazing people in my life.. if you lined each friend together you’d have no idea what any of them have in common, until they spoke. interesting, loving & beautiful. i truly do believe in soulmate friends and i’ve met a few in my lifetime, and know as i grow.. i will meet more. the friends you just feel, real with. and at those times you have no idea what to do, say, feel.. be, i know i can just ‘be’ with these people. and thats enough for me.
Friends never betray each other. We fight, sometimes. We disagree. We laugh at each other. But friends, friends are something else altogether. Friends are God’s way of saying: here, I know it’s tough trying to find your soulmate, but here are some other people you know for sure you can count on forever. They’re like family, but better because they love you without the moral obligation attached.
bangs will be chopped [these things grow fast] nose will be freshly pierced [its been an on and off thing for the past 5 years] & a detox starts today [yoga, epsom salt baths, water & master cleanse] . oh yes & did i mention i am now focusing on funeral parade full time? excited. the days of cheating on my passion w/ background noise, are over.
“I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.”—Oscar Wilde.. God, i couldn’t agree more.
one thing i will teach my future child, the first year of his/her life.. is personal space. i don’t understand those who do not notice the “imaginary bubble” and don’t get me wrong, i’m one of the most welcoming individuals you will come across.. but, when i go to the coffee shop to kick back and enjoy the vibe.. your elbows bumping mine while coughing [sans the hand covering mouth remedy] and talking [loudly] in your boston accent to your wife across the way and grandson about toys just messes with my inspiration bubble.. yeah, we’ll go over that one next time. its a tad beautiful if you stop and think about it but, i aint lookin for beauty this morning.. i’m looking for inspiration and coffee highs. oh.. oohhh!! they just left… weeee!
i think the best part of a broken heart is the conquering of fear. i had lived my life with this ’fear’ of opening up.. i gave you limitations, versions of me.. until the moment i chose to let walls crumble and invite the possibility of shattered pieces to selfishly vacate my chest [and they never pick themselves up until ready].. The moment he left brought bipolar antics, and a million outsiders telling me how strong my mindset was.. and all i could do was listen. this is not another sappy love song, i loathe why me antics.. and have avoided many women who feed off of sorrow because its exhausting - but after a month or so of soul searching and conversation with friends, random flirtatious sprees bringing giggle fests, and a gypsy lifestyle lined up.. i am excited for the next love affair gone wrong. the pieces may be sorely mended, but they’re breathing again & its exciting.
..after all, its not everyday i give my heart away.
"And I roam through the streets of downtown Venus tryin’ to auction off monuments of Osiris’ severed penis. But they don’t want no penis in Venus, for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free.
And they neither men nor women be. But they be down with a billion NGHs who have yet to see that interplanetary truth is androgynous.
And they be sendin us shout outs through shootin stars. And NGHs be like, “whats up?” and talking Mars. ‘Cause we are solar and regardless of how far we roam from home the universe remains our center, like OM. BA BOOM BOOM OM.