Glory to Glitter
Perhaps I should rewind. Cut out the prose and cut in with reality - I mean, there’s a reason I earned the nick name dance party. Besides, as of late I don’t think I’ve been appreciating my surroundings enough. I haven’t stopped and marveled at my current circumstances even though they deserve it with the way fate has been harping my strings. A few weeks ago, July 5th, I picked up my journal...
That was Carolina.
She missed the way the pine trees would sway, long and lean, up into the air until the needles were small pin points inside the sun. There had always been something calming about them, something elegant. They kept the winter green and the sky fresh, lacing their muted fragrance through the taste of salt that always beaded the air. Underneath the speckled canopies, the sun kissed soft and the...
Tonight, I was given a nick name at my new job. It’s “dance party”.
Sitting in my back yard with a kiss of Texas, I suddenly feel compelled to rhyme… I wish I could capture my thoughts onto paper, vidid and livid and true. I wish I could paint them into the lines, that create them and shape them and make them all mine. I wish I could capture my thoughts onto paper, and show you the make of my world. To show them complete, would be something...
It was funny for me to read my last blog entry, done so many months ago yet still so pertinent; the theme of misdirection remains the same just focused in another area. Now that I’ve followed one of the million arrows beneath my feet to Austin, the matter left to sort is which arrow to follow from my mind. I’ve always had the problem of my thoughts spilling out too rapidly to ever...