As per the previous post, I’m really getting into the spirit of Autumn right about now. Jazz club affair. Not too dark, not too bright, but just right. Halloween seems to be the “holiday” that embodies that feeling like no other ‘cuz folks legitmately want to be spooked, and yet, wanna see the smiling faces of the babies who trot around from house to house, decked out in the latest in Tigger n’ Pooh costume wear. “Tick or tweeeeeeeeeeeeeet”
Feels like Fall
October, may you rock me like a hurricane.
Autumn leaves and the space between, mind me, so entertain.
Approaching cold, you know the drill.
Dying heat, almost gone, but so is the thrill.
My first Halloween on this blog! I am looking forward to many more, but this one is one to celebrate, especially considering the theme of this blog. I realize I could place any number of/type of picture(s) here to capture the mood, but I’ve come to learn that ultimate fright is best left to the imagination. Season’s Trick-or-Treatings everyone!
Keeping some kind of journal can be very freeing, especially if there’s plenty on the mind. Within those pages exists a written-out copy of the world as you see it from inside your head. While other days may provide themselves to be more diary-worthy than others, you might not regret writing down your daily thoughts as you look back months….or even years from right now. Words act as both the coldest and the warmest embrace, all at once.
Girly or tomboy?
Somewhere in the middle?
Sooner or later,
I’ll find a greater riddle.
You see, what I need is
a way to say my style.
Is it punk?
Is it cute?
Is it pale
(not) like a newt?
I wanna be better than better,
even greater than “the realest”.
What color does your mood read?
‘Cause I’m tha color “illest”………….
“I wanna fluff you,
bunny young thing!
I wanna luff you,
peter cotton tail!”
Let’s run away from it all; venture unto vastness.
Sail to a deserted island and weather the unforgiving winds.
Lounge amid the forest alongside colorful wildlife.
“Reconnect” with our primal foundations as we feast on this sacred meal.
Bathe in lukewarm streams as they cascade from right above our heads.
Lie down to rest upon giant leaves; sweltering humidity for covers.
Forget what it’s like to be human; remember what it’s like to be alive.