I wonder if it hits you too. A song that turns you head to tail. A smell like oranges and clovers that makes you wet. A trigger that sends you twisting along the road with wind in your hair. And who do you see? I can turn the memories off now. Or turn them to others. New and old. Tastes of another tongue. The reach of a different hand. I can make ( Read more... )

I have forgotten how to forget

To ignore the playful kiss

Instead it stays on my mind

Like the scent of onions

On my fingertips.

To the middle of nowhere

Says the song

But what if what’s making me sick

Follows through the floor

Where you left me.

I wonder what it’s like to bend

Just close enough to break

To feel the flex of my body

Against the force of ( Read more... )

Chelsea posted a gut-check picture which leads to Mohawk Manda and all of the things come slamming into the chest. It’s amazing how time travel works. One minute you’re getting ready for work and the next you’re teleported to 2004ish.

Or movies about love. Or really anything with emotion. Stick to violence or comedy. Preferably a little of both.

Emotions make you want some.

"Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off of you...."

Strolling down amnesia lane because it's 1:30 am and I can't sleep, so what else does one do? Maaaan was I dramatic at age 31. Maaaan do I wish that I could feel that dramatic at age 42.5. Instead I just feel numb-angry. Angry-numb. Angumb. Numgry ( Read more... )

Vday. Blugh. We watched a romantic movie. Blugh topped with fuck this. How many times can I watch a make-believe moment that makes me hate the real one I'm in? And fuck why didn't I enjoy the real moments more. And are they done? Any moments that hit that warm part in the stomach left?

(Watching tv while Reese is in bed and start laughing....)
Reese yells from bed: "Stop laughing Rachel. We talked about this."

Beautiful madness. My mind spins into fantasy. Smiles and glances. I'm so tired but I don't want to miss the dreams.

I have no idea where this attempt at creativity will go.  But fuck-it.  Let me write ( Read more... )