Random Channel Surfing

I'm trying this new thing where I put on a random CD or playlist and writewritewrite. I want to see how melodies and harmonies and rhythm and lyrics and themes affect my story. Alter my syntax. Change me . So I'm trying this out and, in the process, I'm drowning in these memories of you and me. And it's silly how much I remember. Like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile and when you speak and when you just are . And the way you say certain words with this ridiculous accent and intone certain parts of one word but not the other, your voice filling me completely and raining down on me, making me smile just as every single rainstorm makes me smile, filling me with incomparable joy, never mind the fact that even your nonsense is articulate and persuasive. Or the way you'd always smirk at me; proof that my feelings for you were as clear to you as they were to me, a trophy in a glass case for you to admire or deny at your leisure. I'm convinced you knew the ext

Acting like a child because you're angry, so you take to hiding in your basement or sneaking out because it's easier than forgiving the person you love so much but can't bring yourself to trust again. That's what being immature means.

It started with a ticket. BBQ'd veggie dogs and bright sunlight. Shopping and vegging.  Then off to Whyte for some party light.

Not one person in life stays static. We learn. We grow. We change. We live. Different people and experiences or different tastessoundssmellstouchessights affect us in one of two ways: Positively or negatively. But not a single experience in life inspires us to stay neutral. We are driven to react and thereby change. I'm happy. I'm in a place in my life where I am not lacking in either my personal or professional life. I mean, sure... I'm constantly stressing out over work and I'm never quite ready for Monday to rear its hideous mug after a weekend of rest and relaxation, BUT. But my life experiences have brought me where I want to be at this stage in my life. Friends who love me and respect me and cherish me and accept me and I loverespectcherishandaccept back. Family who is happy and growing and a rock in whatever life's always changing sea brings me. And I'm ready to add to those experiences. To taste new food. To hear new sounds. To smell new s

 

She sees him first thing Monday morning. Shoulders hunched, head bowed, brow furrowed. She worries about him but really... what can she do? He refuses her help. He refuses her. Shouldn't she let him be? He's not a child, after all. She worries still first thing Monday morning.