I am nothing if I am just one

but if we were two, I tell you what I would do
I’d lay you down and blow out the sun..

Happy Tuesday lovebirds, and fellow salad roll lovers. What kinda groove are you in?

I've just spent the past 6 hours of a precious life, 6 hours I'll never get back, 6 hours closer to my imminent departure, doing nothing other than studying. Hello time lines, and essays, and boring words filling boring spaces. But merci to a slice of cinnamon-sprinkled bread, and my day begins again!

So it's 5 in the afternoon. The puppies of the house are chewing, and burying their bones. They live such a simple life. So carefree, like the wind around me.  I'd like to be a puppy. Running around the house, making messes, fetching frisbee, barking at strange postmen, peeing everywhere(okay maybe not)... But the simplicity of a puppies life is one to envy.  If I was a puppy, I could bring cheeky smiles, and warm bellies to everyone I greet.

Being a puppy. It must be nice.

Today is Tuesday.  Tuesday is my day of live music, and tea drinking. There's a local tea house that hosts an open mic every Tuesday evening.   The magic of the music is a cure to any ailment. Right now, I've got stomach aches, head aches, eye aches, throat aches. So many aches. Pills don't cure me, sleep hasn't cured me, love doesn't cure me.  The only cure is a guitar-bent man/woman singing with their hearts and making fire.

I want to shake my tambourine. Ramble through song. And be alive through the sound of my own singing voice. But whenever I've tried to do this, the only thing that shakes is me.

I admire the rusty voice, the angelic, the pleasant, the deafening, the "i'm going to sing-no matter who's listening" and the "i'm not singing for you"     I admire the guts, and poise it requires to sing for a crowd. Maybe one day, in a dream land, I'll be singing words for you. 

Until that day, I'll just be listening and writing poetry.

Thank you for your love! kisses kisses hugs hugssss

I hold you to my chest like a charm
I hold you to keep you warm
and you are so small, you’re like nothin’ at all
like you were born to be in my arms

$5 seashell cropped top; forever 21
$6 floral suspenders; wet seal
$40 dad's zara hat
$80 the bay laced up bootie
$15 black skirt; trend clothing