My first time on a chairlift.

[imhappygoaway]

You were a ropemaker twisting strings around like hands twisting hands to wash each other free of fray, dirt or sin- to make it strong.  I remember when I could barely walk, you would enter the room and I would devour those few steps in giant bites because you were exciting and you turned every thing into something new. I remember seeing the tip of

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[ti_volare]

You make life more beautiful to me.

[imhappygoaway]

Most things contain some concept of beauty in their own way. Weird, though- I sort of think of Beauty as an ache in myself. Some absence inside me that sees something outside of myself that's the exact right shape to fit in that spot. But I can't take it for myself, because I need to leave it out in the world as proof for someone else who has that same-shaped absence as me. I don't have to own Beauty, it's just enough to know it's out there.

Sorry- that didn't really have anything to do with your comment. Just me rambling, I guess.

I miss you! I'll see you next week! LOVE

[honeymel]

I've missed your writing.

[imhappygoaway]

Actually, I have too. These days I have to really feel something before I'll scrawl it out on paper. I'm taking a Creative Writing course this Fall, though. Hopefully it'll kick-start my right brain into action. How about you? Keeping up with the writing much?

Thanks for commenting! :) ♥

[honeymel]

I haven't written something new in ages. I understand the having to feel it part. Usually when I do feel something, I feel it too strong to want to write it out, to have proof that I actually felt that strongly. When I'm at work or in class I sometimes think in haiku's...though I never write any of them down.

[courtseypaige]

thank you!!

[imhappygoaway]

Oh, darling, thanks for what? :)

LUV!SHE

p.s. I miss you and your friggin' cat cups.

[courtseypaige]

thanks for posting some of your writing, silly!

p.s: my cat cups miss you, too. COME VISIT!!