our minds are both a curse & a gift.

Sitting down all day and waiting is horrible enough. Sitting down all day and waiting when your brain just can't piece its puzzle of thoughts together? Well my friend, that is hell. Well it's hell for someone who claims to be a writer. It's not that I have been slacking, no no no, I'd never, my brain (the bastard) is just on some kind of unpaid sabbatical and thus I am a blank canvas. Rendered useless, at this particular point in time.

...I sit an empty vessel,

I sit, I sat, in spot.

I sit upon this spot I sat,

Useless is my thinking cap...

You see what I mean! What is that? And so it goes I have had a little love/hate relationship form with my reliable friend Tanqueray Gin, and then there is the whole sleep issue, am I nocturnal? And then! The 'heart issues', anxiety, anti-socialness (contradiction) fear of loneliness, fear of zombie apocalypse, irrational thoughts? Zoning out and just nodding my head...

On the positive side of the spectrum, I've built some pretty special bonds, I've grown/I'm growing, and I definitely still love life and the person that I am shaping into, I even still enjoy my own company when I'm not frustrated at my bastard brain. Although when it's all said and done, I can't shake the feeling that in some sick way I may just enjoy the torture.

I guess I am a writer after all.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Dream intrusion - Nov.2011

I lay my head to rest,

But rest do I not.

I lay my head and dream,

The strangers come in flocks...

People, places, passing strangers,

Living in my mind.

Who are you, what are you?

How dare you take my time!

Imposing, inputting,

Are these thoughts even mine?

They come alive at night,

Adventures they will bring.

Scary? happy? curious?

They can't make up their mind.

Sometimes I evolve them,

Sometimes I let them die.

Morning, night or day,

My dreams shan't go away.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

I heart couch.

I sit & contemplate on my couch,
I eat cereal & drink coffee on my couch,
I watch TV & listen to music on my couch,
I write adventures on my couch,
I sleep on my couch,
I once made love on my couch,
It's not really 'my' couch...
But I love it.

RUN FOX RUN
Silly little fox must've bumped her head
Knocked unconscious - yet certainly not dead
Silly little fox, RUN FOX RUN!
No one fox should have this much fun
Silly little fox let your heart be still
Haven't you heard love can kill?
Silly little fox won't be preached
She finds this advice better breached
For little fox is not so silly after all
Little fox knows living is well worth the fall.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.