A man meets a woman

There once was a man who got lost in time
and came upon a woman who held a lime

Her rosy cheeks feel below her hair so sweet
and he could not think of anything but defeat

The man loved the woman there was no lie
but he missed his home and wished he could fly

Time passed more slowly than ever before
and the woman felt like she was nothing but a chore

One day the man found a hole and took his chances
and left the woman to sit and make glances

The man found home again but felt lost without her
until he turned around and she stood on the foyer.

-Lindsey Baker

a true ramble

the way i feel, its incredible how much one thing can be stuck on your mind. it could be a song, a person, or your biggest fear. it feels like its always there, coming into your new thoughts and drawing you back into an obsession-like state. you feel enclosed, embodied. i'll just sit here quietly with my thoughts. no one but you can overcome them. even though all you are doing is trying to make them go away. i hate that i can never get that one thing out of my head. go away! its not gonna happen, just stop! quit fantasizing about it, because once something you keep dreaming actually comes true, or something good happens, you push it off like its nothing. wow, sad the only way to get this incredible thought away, is to do something about it, and then all the happiness goes away. this makes no sense. i hate that when something good comes along i have to ruin it. why why why! its so true though, on many occasions. this thought is just another one adding to the list.  maybe its because i wish this would be The Thought. the one that is just right for me. i don't know, all i know is that i hate thinking about this thought... its just lust.

curious visitors

where do you go when you leave? out into the woods, into the dry desolate desert. where do your wings take you? when they can take you so far. to me it seems like you appear and then just as quickly disappear. your beautiful appearance is striking when you come into the yard.  sometimes you stay longer than others, nesting in trees and bushes. sometimes i know what you are at your beginning. but where do you go when you are at your end? your bodies aren't found. you seem to fly to the heavens and never appear again. no feathers remain. your soft sounds are heard no more. the leaves take you in their place, the sands dust your memory away. but all i know is that you were here once and that one song or brilliant color you showed me will be in my heart forever.

this summer.

this is what summer means for me...

mom. dad. horses. shorts. driving with the windows down. wild nights with friends i'll never forget. temperatures above 90 degrees. a summer thunder storm. beach. palm trees. bright string bikinis. summer nights. dinner on the patio. white candles on the table. tiki torches lit up. the river. rv trips. spontaneous outings.  sea salt & vinegar chips. crush soda pop. bright colors. pool. layin under the sun & the stars. stayin up late cause the house is too hot. night swimming. cowboy jubilee. animals. workin till the sun goes down. roamin the back country on trail rides. crickets. birds chirpin. bbq. loud music playin. sun glasses on. random movie outings when the heats too unbearable. early mornings. car washes. melting ice cream. beach towels piling up. American flag blowing in the wind. hot sand beneath my feet. nail polish. fireworks. line dancing. country music. my birthday.

through a house during the night

walking through a house at night in the dark with no lights on.  seems kind of creepy and just plain strange.  try it, i dare you.  its an interesting feeling.  you can actually here the house breathing.  the people are silently upstairs or down the hall sleeping effortlessly.  dreaming of things that you are possibly interrupting with the sounds of your footsteps as you walk loudly across the hardwood.  outside, the world seems impossibly quiet.  the windows take away all sounds from the people beyond.  lights shine from the trees of the backyard but not a creature stirs through the leaves of the bushes or trees.  the house is different at night.  lights that will announce a room are turned off and all the little shimmers of smaller lights cast distracting flashes across the walls.  the floor is cold beneath your feet and as the hardwood creaks beneath your weight you quickly move to escape the unbearably loud sound.  mirrors make the rooms incredibly different in the night, for the lights play tricks on your mind.  casting different reflections in different places making the mirrors look like additions to the rooms.  even the slightest sound catches your immediate attention. one does not like to be bothered in the odyssey through the endless night in the wonderous house.

sittin with a cup o' joe

here is the sad, pathetic truth.  it's spring break and i'm sitting at the computer typing a blog.  normally, i am a very energetic person, but when it ends up just being me, alone, in a house, with no where to go, this sad story unravels.  its funny because i love williamsburg... i would love to just go walking around poking through shops by myself... but i have no friends here, my friends aren't here.  if only i had a car... i would be going to the beach, going to north carolina, just driving.  everything that keeps running through my mind starts off with if only... if only i was home, i'd be riding horses, if only i was at shannon's house, we'd be chillin watching her cousin's football/soccer game, if only i was at school... (i wanted to get away, but now that i'm lonely and away i've realized that that is where home is, because i've adapted to it).  woo is me.  all i have that is freedom from my sad spring break is a book.  i'm turning into one of those people that don't do anything at all.  but i want to do something!  its nice to hang out with your grandmother and shop and talk, but i miss my friends.  i wonder if they would be thinking the same thing if they were in my situation.  they are probably more creative, they'd find something to do.  okay, i think its time to figure something out. i am not going to sit at this computer and mope about my sad circumstance.  maybe i'll have something interesting to write about tomorrow...or maybe i'll be so busy i won't write at all :-)