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.