sheet wrinkles.

Although the expression is there,
the emotions are not.
Like a genotype compared to a phenotype.
Outwardly the same,
but inwardly different.

Is it a quick fix?
Is there something more?
Time will tell.

For now, it is time to enjoy the ride.
The emotions and feelings can be dealt with later.
Or maybe most importantly,
not at all.

Feeling things brings flush to your cheeks,
but perhaps this time,
just this once,
they should be ignored.

Whoosh.

The stars bever shine as bright as they do on nights like these.
Humid nights,
windows down,
driving.

Wishing I could drive forever,
taking in the sights,
and smells,
and sounds of the after hours.

Foggy nights seem to be the clearest.

Things are never appreciated until they are taken away.

Hey Soul Sister.

The big, brass bed in the corner of my bedroom speak volumes.
About myself, about my life, and about my style.

Garage sale, $40, complete with 2 inch memory foam.
Who could pass that up?

Its interesting.
Tarnished a bit.
Yet shiny.
Some pieces are awkward, and tend to trip me up if I don't pay attention.
But brass.
Hah, I laugh everytime someone comments.

Its so big I sleep diagonal across it.
I take comfort in the large, form fitting space.
My den of solitude after working hard at practice.

I love my bed.

I feel as if a weight has been lifted.
Physics is no more, instead anatomy takes it's place at 8 in the AM.
That focus is gone,
the frustration is gone,
the tears are gone.

I feel like there should be something I should be pining over, lusting after, wanting.
Right now it seems to be doing well in school.
Killing myself during practice.
Testing the limits of my life.
I could get used to this.

Jai ho.

I bet you think this song is about you.

I feel like it is time for a change.
My mind feels muddled.
Like a puddle.

My body is in pain.
I can feel every muscle in my arms, legs, and ass.
Anything is better than sore arms.

Tomorrow I am riding my bike for the first time since I dropped it in the middle of the street and ran away from it when I was 10 years old.
Being a little shaky is an understatement.
I look like a goon in a helmet.

I feel it is time for a change.
Tan skin, darker hair, painted toes.
Perhaps I am vain.

I know I am vain.

C'est la vie.