Sunday day

I live in a small town nestled between tall mountains. I’ve lived here my entire life. It’s a beautiful place: a powerful river flows through the middle of the city, slicing through land like a knife through cheese. People flock to the river, building bridges across it, houses next to it and paths beside it – it’s the pulse of the land. I love the sound it makes and I love watching the sun set over it in pinks and oranges.

It’s the night before a hectic week. I look at the clock and realize that I could, under no circumstances, go to sleep at 8:31 p.m. I double click the blue internet explorer icon, listening to the click in my too quiet room. Facebook, gmail, blogspot….no updates. Rizzo, the Chihuahua, is nestled under the covers and my left leg is becoming too warm. I fidget. Maybe I should open the window. There was a strange large black dog in the back yard behind the fence today. I contort my body and open the window, but it doesn’t help.

I’m feeling strangely lonely tonight.

light

I like the glow of the light that falls from a lamp. I like the shadows it casts on the wall, long and elegant, like a woman’s fingers. I like the warmth that radiates from the bulb. I move my hand close and the air hums softly. I love that light always breaks through darkness no matter how dark. Click: darkness

Click: light

I had to wander the garage aimlessly in order to find another bookshelf to house the books that find refuge here. The books grow from the carpeting, the windows, the walls, the air. Three bookshelves line my walls filled with books of different colors and shapes and moods. I’m reading A Prayer For Owen Meany. OWEN ALWAYS TALKS IN ALL CAP LETTERS. HE IS VERY HONEST. I’m also reading the Bible from front to back the way it’s bound-the way I have it. It paints such beautiful scrawling vivid pictures with each word.

There are items in my room that still have no place. I shove them in a corner but I know by tomorrow everything will be sprayed across the carpeting. Maybe these things don’t really belong to me.

I locked my wallet in my box of filed papers today.

freedom

Just smell the grass! The dirt! Just like I dreamed they'd be!

Just feel that summer breeze - the way it's calling me

For like the first time ever, I'm completely free!

I could go running

And racing

And dancing

And chasing

And leaping

And bounding

Hair flying

Heart pounding

And splashing

And reeling

And finally feeling

Now's when my life begins!

Job interview

I feel like I'm lacking my adultness- stuck in a perpetual bubble of childhood. Trinkets, colors, imagination, daydreams (not bad things to have) but will I ever reach that maturity I hear tell of? I have an interview today.
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