Frame of Reference

You left me under the lightning. You left me in the driveway. You left me at the airport. You left me. You left when I was still small enough to fit in your arms. You left me when you were clutching your stomach in my back seat. You left me when I was holding your hand and the machines were breathing for you. You left me for a boy. You left me on the side of the road with a bloody knee. You left me with a smile, even your dimples were showing. You left me with false words because your eyes were telling the truth. You left me in anger. You left without another word. You left without looking back. You left me with tears in your eyes. You left me with a whimper. And I... I caused it I was the cause of it I didn't have good karma. I don't view the world the same. I don't think like you do. I wasn't sick. I wasn't mature enough. I wasn't what you wanted. I wasn't truthful. I hurt you. I couldn't take care of you. I wasn't strong enough. But I love you. Al...

It's amazing how many things get neglected when one works so much. I had a pile of clothes in my room that began forming a trail to my bed. Laundry was a must today. I washed my sheets as well and did some other cleaning...in preparation. The windows are open and it's such a gorgeous day. Procured some new tunes and perused the net. I don't know why Elizabeth Taylor reminds me of my grandmother. Maybe because I remember having conversations with her about Elizabeth's marriages, and how my grandmother thought she was the most beautiful actress. Made me remember, and smile. I've had two dreams in the past few nights that involve being in a place that just doesn't make sense. Doors open to blank walls and staircases. I know I need to be somewhere or get out, not in a panic per se, but enough to frustrate me about not getting anywhere.

Happy first day of spring! I took a peek at the super moon last night in-between tables. I haven't had much time to process anything else.

This is the beginning of the work. I'm grateful for my time. I'm grateful I have a job! I'm grateful for the people in my life and how by just being around them makes me happy. I love the rain but I love seeing the sunshine afterwards even better. I love waking up with Bailey kisses every morning. I've started another project. I've been thinking about it for a while. I'm not sure the sun idea will be in the final version. I'm going to play around with a celtic design as well I think. Anyway, the words are the elements. EARTH AIR FIRE WATER. They can be read both ways. Right side up or upside down, otherwise known as a Palindrome.

I climb the vine that's grown from my mind, out of my head and look down at the x's and o's written in red, drip I yearn to sip from the fountain of everything that's been said and take stock of the past from the comfort of my bed But I only dream in blues and blacks of recent nights Shackled to the reality of distant and perilous plights Eager to run and put up my fists to join the fights Exploding around me and dimming the street lights My fists are small and ineffectual yet my words have weight like all other words born from lips and packaged in a crate marked fragile, open with care but beware of senders hate because the state that we are in is a bit past due, maybe late So I sit perched on my vine instead and tilt my head to the side to get a better view of love and everything that's been tried to make things better, or worse but I can't even hide the fact that my curiosity outweighs tact or the tears that I've cried