The Gin Fizz

sounding board.

Buying that damn ticket to get there seems impossible. it’s the ultimate goal but my biggest failing

I have masses of electricity pulsing their way out of my finger-tips with no release. I have frustration and madness and those silly little things.

Disjointed and flailing.

Consolidation of anything has never been my strong point and the scatter is not as romantic as it might seem.

You would think perhaps, that being filled with this kinetic whatever should push me forward drive me forward, and it does in my head but - by gosh - it never seems to eventuate in reality.

Just a confused confusion waiting for an answer and something pour a heart into.

Despite all this I am optimistic and hopeful. Knowing things will go on and chug forward because they will, and do and have forever.

Bring on the sun and summer and that wonderfulness of hot on the back of eyelids

Homeward Bound

I’m listening to endless songs sung by Willie Nelson. I’m Wishing I was away, doing something, being someone.

It will come but it’s so close and so stupidly far away at the same time.

Sometimes you have to take things for granted to get things done even though you want to give it the appreciation and attention deserved.

Sometimes you lag behind because you got your chest stepped on.