Moving has to be the best and worst thing. I'm happy because I'm moving somewhere that I always said I wanted to go back to, but the act of packing and unpacking are just not that appealing. I'm just about finished packing, just a few things left to pack up like the bathroom, the kitchen, the bedroom... Okay, so I'm no where near finished. I've done a considerable amount. There is nothing like sitting around a halfway empty apartment on your days off. Luckily the next three nights, a band that I happen to enjoy called WES is playing at a club near me and I will be going to check them out. They play requests and they are just awesome; at least I think so. I just can't sit around this apartment anymore waiting. I know what I'm waiting for I just start thinking I'm foolish for doing so.
Well folks, I hope that my next two poems make the cut. I was reading Fleur's poetry again and got a little inspiration going. I really like the one she did called "Because I'm a Leo (with apologies to Deep Purple)" Hopefully, I'll have some good stuff soon for your reading pleasure.
Until next time...
Being sick really bites. Whether it be a common cold or something more severe, you really get a sense of just how much you do in the course of a couple days by not being able to do them. I was sick for like four days and it's like a tornando touched down in my apartment. Sure made me miss Mom. I can't say that I have been so sick in my adult life that I couldn't take care of myself, but when I was little, mom sure was there to make it all better. I seem to be recuperating. Not that I want to be at work because my job just doesn't do it for me, I'm am grateful that I'm able to get up and go at all. Well I hope that everyone is enjoying their new year so far. The first months' slowly fading away. Until next time...
Well, I finally managed to pen some more things. They are currently awaiting editing and apporval. Hopefully there will be something new on the page shortly.
Nikki
Well of course after the holidays we all begin our wait for those pesky W-2's. I think I'm going to wait unil March before I file this year. Why should I rush to pay the IRS. They sure don't rush when they owe you money, well unless you pay extra. My state, the great state of Alabama, seems to squeeze money from me every year. I wonder where is that money going that I pay them every month out of my check and why is it not enough! I should claim Florida. Well Happy Tax Season everyone. Remeber you can always pay someone else to do them for you.
Nikki...
Is it possible to love someone mind, body, and soul? I used to doubt that. Well, until one day I realized that I did. I tried to come up with all sorts of reasons as to why I was "tricking" myself to believe this. Sooner or later I realized that it was real. I found myself looking for what I already had. I ask myself often why I was so blind. This I may never know. All I know is that now my eyes are wide open. The question is, is it too late? It very well could be. Where does that leave me and love? The first time a particular someone told me he loved me he started to heat up, literally. I could actually feel the love that he had for me. It's like it took a while but now I heat up too just thinking of looking into his eyes and saying, "I love you" and knowing that he can feel it like I did the first time he told me and every time there after. Most of the time I feel like I'm asking too much, especially after all the things I have done since we broke up. But I keep remembering something that I read in the Bible about love. Something that he even reinterated and so has my friend that I confide in from time to time. What I read and stands out in my mind now is that love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. I just hope the love that he has for me is strong enough to forgive me. I have the strength and the knowledge to forsake all others and concentrate on him. I do love him, mind, body, and soul. I am not ashamed to tell him this. I will tell the world if I could. Well, that is what I'm doing sort of. Anyway, I preparing to move so I must finish a little bit of packing. Until next time...
Is this statement really true? What's so great about a broken heart? What's so great about lying awake wondering if it was your fault that it didn't work or that it was not meant to work out no matter how much you may have tried? What's so great about a pillow dampened with your tears? What's so great about missing someone and you don't know if they even are thinking about you? Does one really ever let go of love? Is it ever really lost or does it just linger in your heart making you unable to function? What is love?
Love is one of those things that no two people will tell you the same meaning. I think that it took me turning away from love which was staring me in the face to realize just what it was. By the time this realization had come about however, I had done some things that couldn't be taken back. All I can do is ask for forgiveness and hope that love will give me a second chance. If one's tears could measure love then mine for this particular person is endless! I've have even learned the art of crying without any of my co-workers noticing, partly thanks to cold season. Do our mistakes make us stronger? I believe so. Sometimes it literally takes an act of God to open your eyes and see what has been there all along.