Peas and Carrots

I find it really crazy how things can breeze in and out of your life. People come and go for different reasons. You have your time with them and they serve their purpose, then you go on to blossom in different ways. So to reunite with people that knew you before you even really knew yourself, is an honor to say the least.

Eleven years is a very long time. Well maybe not "very long", but it's pretty fucking long. As each one of my new-old friends told their stories of happiness & life I couldn't help but think of how amazingly familiar it all felt. Like a day hadn't passed and we were 14 all over again. It's really nice to feel that childlike rush of purity. As an adult it's not remembered enough, things are taken too seriously. So we proceeded to act half our age and drink half our body weight. Happy Hour turned into a slumber party within hours. Great laughs were exchanged and more will come.

Peas and carrots.

Soul-volving

Understanding that it's been a while, I'll save all the updates for a later post.

What you see here is an evolving soul. I'd like to think of myself as constantly evolving, as should every person. Without change, there is no progress.

Can you see the difference between the evolving souls? The change is slight, but it's there.

From this past December to the present time, I've transformed. Hell, at the beginning of this very entry I was different. The body and mind is always in constant upgrading.

Things have been well for yours truly. I realize I haven't been too consistent with my posts, but I promise I'm going to try hard. It was one of my many New Year's Resolutions. (Four months later...) Better late than never though right?

Lonesome December Snow

So as the snow fell from all different points, I watched in amazement of how gorgeous it all looked. Without my love to experience it with me I bundled up with just Arden the cat. A fire was going on downstairs and in the sunroom was just grey admiration. Silent and still. I thought about all the family joining together and eating tons of food and pastries. I made me yearn for more company, but alas, none was there for me. It was a night to stay in and be with the ones closest. Alcohol obviously played a big role in yesterdays & last nights events. If only I had planned ahead.

Game 5

Without speech to speak
and eyes to watch
my skin, it leaks
and the TV isn't botched
the Phils are up
and going steady
saying 'Whatssup, we're fucking ready'
They're not done
no, not yet
the fun has just begun
and the stage has been set.

2 Beau2ful 2 4Get

Aaannnnnnddd hheeerrrrrreeee wwweee gooooo... I accept rhyme and reason for what it is. Especially in life, it has it's own little spot in the world, that is your mind, soul & spirit. You have your reasons for accepting difficult things, just as you do reject easy things. Depending on mood, reflection & conscience of that day, depends on how reality will play out for you.

Sometimes I feel like a scratched record that's somehow been refurbished by this great invention. And that's love. YES!! YESSS! I Do realize how insanely gay it sounds. But imagine how it feels to be at least so happy, that in the least bit it's a fairytale... What would you give to even feel slight elation for a little while? 

Isnt't that what we do when we drink? Smoke? Halluncinate? Orrr hope???

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." True is it not??? Or is it?

Autumn In Philly

The love affair you can have with a city is incredible. You memorize the skyline, the way the people & traffic make a soundtrack during your commute and how the wind blows constant amusing, (and sometimes agitating), possibilities your way. I make this city sound like a mystical place. 

All filled with wonder and awe. Yet it is. I mean, it's no Narnia, but it's yours & mine and I think it's oh so very fine.

Philadelphia.

Philadelphia in autumn is the most enchanting experience you'll have in the city. Like the first kiss you embrace after realizing you love someone. It's a rapid fall too. One moment the quirky shops have you wishing you had more money & the next--you're swooning over the historic and romanticism Old City or Rittenhouse has to offer. Not to mention how the color of the leaves bleed together. Red to orange, to yellow and a hint of lavender purple. It's wonderful.

There's a certain calmness that happens to Philly once autumn begins. A sense of contentment that flows through everyone. Maybe it's the fact that Christmas is around the corner. Maybe it's the warm colors that get the lighter side of people going. Maybe it's just my perception. Maybe it's a lot of things.

The ever alluring city of Philadelphia has captured my intrigue and enfolded my soul. Afterall, who couldn't be enraptured by one of the oldest cities in the country? That alone is enough to make you, at the least bit, curious. And upon researching & investigation comes the flooding of an obsession. Philly lives in you... me... and all around us.

HEE changed my life..

How can life do this to you? Just throw you bones, throw you options & choices, then.... suddenly nothing. Just space & time to think about the nothingness. And it'll kill you. The emptiness that fills you, the yearning that you have for something substancial is crazy. So when you find it, like I have... you still can't believe it. You feel threatened towards the littlest things cause you're defending what you want to keep. What you want to obtain & save as yours. It's a very defensive position--love is. Insane. You want to protect and serve what you worked hard to get. Because it's yours and it belongs to you.

Tell me love isn't grand.