The 4/20 Bunny Has Arrived

Happy 4/20 everyone! Smokers unite everywhere. Pull out your favorite bong, bowl, papers or blunts and spark up thy neighbor. "A friend with weed, is a friend indeed!" Fer tru'.

If reggie is a daily thing for you, today should be the day for you to splurge on some exotic. Me, personally, will be indulging on some Blueberry Dream... mmm-mm-mmmmm! am I hungry for that. I hope all smokers everywhere have some good bud, good friends and good conversations to spend their day/evening/night with. Only thing I hope for, is to be just as smiley and happy as the people in the picture above.

"Inhale smoke, exhale stress..."

'Tis all.

Spring How I Heart Thee

 So there are many things that make me burst with excitement, many things that make me smile from ear to ear. All of different varieties too. Springtime being a very close favorite, there's undoubtably going to be shrills of hope and expectations. Spring just signifies the regrowth and renewed possibility of things to come. Winters in Philly can become contagiously bitter. One can easily lose themselves in the seasonal depression that takes over right after Halloween and flows straight into the New Year. So once Spring (my birthday) brings in its golden awe, I'm scratching to get through the door. "Let me outta this colorless melancholy!", my soul screams.

Instead of feeling like a glum introverted Death Cab For Cutie song, nowadays I'm more of a capricious, upbeat Smashing Pumpkins jig. Still with much depth and mysticism, yet positively content. You know, when the wind picks up and sort of reminds you thrice why you're breathing in the first place? Yeah. Like that. It's such an astonishing feeling to feel rebirthed. And not in the "religious/I'm holier than thou" sort of  rebirth. More of the "shedding of skin and the past" sort of rebirth. A second chance at greatness sort of rebirth. As many times a "second chance" can go 'round and still count as two. :)

But let's hoist to this lovely season. The season of hope and promise and possibilities. The season that gives you wonder of the summer. The season that lifts you from such a dank existence. The season that's perfectly in balance with winter and summer. The season that has the best of both worlds. The season that flourishes with creative and passionate twitterpation*. The season... that is currently enrapturing you at this very second. Breathe it in. Deeply into your core. Swallow. Then exhale.

Spring into your being now.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.
--Henry David Thoreau

*"Bambi" reference, see YouTube

Little Thing Called Happy

Sometimes it's the simplest little thing.

That little thing that grows wings and lifts you out of your bleak existence. What's funny about that, is sometimes you aren't even aware of just how moonless it really is, until it becomes illuminated.

I was well aware of my dusky situation, which is why I renovated my heart and evicted the weight that dragged on for way too long. As pleased as that made me, I felt a snowball effect occurring. An overcast of cynicism with the strong chance of lightning bolt boredom. My GOD! Am I bored?! Not to mention the guys that I meet are two layers past 'What the fuck'. Chivalry is a word unknown to these insolent fools.

So my sentiments gradually exploded with astounding awe after encountering this sensational being. I'm pretty sure he's real. Real enough to consume my thoughts and wake me from slumber with the mere possibility of a response. I'm not sure what you'd call that..

..but I'm in total like with this being.

Bandar-log

So this is what brought me to you, huh?

Accept the things to which fate binds
you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,

but do so
with all your heart.
-- Marcus
Aurelius

And then there was freedom

Just like that you have it folks. My quirky humor to best describe my emotion towards breaking up. This particular one wasn't a crush to the spirit, mind or heart. It simply caged a bird whose feathers were too bright. "Shawshank Redemption" reference. And now I can fly away to commence the fate I should've begun 10 months ago.

How precious I believe time to be, yet swindle it away as if I had 4 spares in my back pocket.

Emotionally Exhausted

GET AWAAAAYYYY!!!!!

Nice Shot Cupid

I've loved with an open heart & laughed with an open mind

I've kissed a lot of frogs, yet the prince I still can't find.

Thought deeply on the past and have even wanted to rewind

but commence forward I do, until Cupid says it's time.

I've given my all to ones who were unworthy

Retracted my love because most didn't deserve me.

Then I fill in the gaps with more filler than a Slurpee

and wonder why I'm still so love hungry like Kirby.

I feel like I've been patient, waiting on this desire

my heart is growing anxious, my loins have been on fire.

Infinitely interesting is a trait that I require.

Cupid shot me once, but I labeled him as a liar.

I'm a 'love at first sight', 'fate' & 'destiny' consumer

love finds you when you're not looking, or is that just a rumor?

Maybe he'll cross my path once I get a cancerous tumor.

He'll be my doctor..

..Cupid has a fucked up sense of humor.