Summer

The end of summer is the dismantling of the docks at the Union. Piece by piece we retreat into autumn. The water is uninviting us, becoming cold and choppy. I want to live downtown where theres always people to watch, the inspiration to create churning in my head. My fingers itch to paint, my camera ever ready to capture time and growth, forcing it to stay still. I can't read fast enough to keep up with my mountain of books my mind is aching to read. It towers like a stack of hot dogs at a food eating contest. The colors of the union are so bright and the sun so warm. The orange, green, yellow is the smoothie I am drinking. Fresh and sweet like first bite of fruit dripping down your chin with every sip. In this moment I am happy because I feel fully alive. The air I breathe is sweet and the same as the air that blows my hair and cools my shoulders. I hear laughter and talking, unsure of whether it's those around me or my thoughts in my head. I am beautiful at my prime with the world open. I am fighting being dismantled.

I don't get my mail every day. It makes me feel like I'm defying society. There's an epsiode of Seinfeld where Kramer is sick of receiving mail and that's how I feel. Like I'm drowning in paper-for as "green" as people insist on everyone being it sure seems that I'm constantly getting refuse put in my mailbox or stuck in my door. I even keep my mail key on a seperate key ring so that I don't feel the pressure of convenience to reach at my mailbox every day. I think my rebellion comes because we don't receive anything exciting and personal in the mail anymore. I want more postcards and letters. Not something that says come to my wedding or baby shower or housewarming or come over to watch the paint dry. I feel like all mail is always about someone else. I want someone to send me cards that make me laugh so hard I pee or write me a letter that moves me. Send me something I want to hold onto for years, not long enough to get to the garbage can. Doesn't anyone have pen pals anymore?

Mission Statement

I'm writing this blog in order to make myself feel like something I'm writing is being published and to get the words out of my head. I'm sick of Facebook and hearing the monotonous and superficial thoughts of those I don't care to know face to face. There is a disclaimer for this blog which is if you are easily offended by opinion and sarcasm this isn't the blog for you. This is my take on life and I will try to be tactful when it comes to names but to put it simply this blog is for me so enjoy or good day.