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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
One of the reasons I find energy to do what I do. My sweetie pie Sharonda. #dance (Taken with instagram)
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Lost without you...
This morning, I try to force myself to be productive by packing my purse with my school notebook and notecards to study. This was actually a great idea. [Yay!]
However…I took everything out to make more room in the purse for my academic ish and forgot to put my headphones back in there!!! I didn’t realize this until I was 10 minutes from work and 20 minutes from home, you know I wasn’t turning around. Gas costs too much.
You might say, “So what?! They’re just headphones…you’ll live.” Lord willing, I will…but these are not just electronic accessories to me. They keep me calm and collected, kind of a like a cigarette without the looming threat of cancer. They are also my shield from harsh words, ugly city sounds on the commute, and co-workers who just feel the need to stop at my desk and gossip. I feel so naked, so unprepared for life. I feel like I’m walking around with one earring or something only for everyone to talk to me but not tell me I’m missing an earring. Don’t you hate that?
I rarely forget my headphones but in event that I do, I go to my plan B. It’s not really effective but it makes me feel better that I can create my own soundtrack for the day. I beatbox and drum on everything in sight.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Dances with Wolves...
She attempted to dance from a distance but solo steps became a tango.
The wolf showed up without invitation. In true predator style, nonetheless.
She slid in hopes to move far enough to escape his eye but she forgot that he already had her scent.
He smelled her fear but surprisingly didn’t attack, just paced back and forth to watch her next move.
Even if he couldn’t see her anymore he still knew her frequented places and could show up at a moment’s notice.
He had images of how she jumped, how she ran…he even knew what her silence meant.
She figured it was easier to say nothing and keep poise. She continued dancing like she had before.
Waiting and anticipating the attack that never transpired grew to be pointless, so she invited him to dance.
She figured it was easier to dance alongside him than to counter his moves from afar.
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