I’ve sage-d the apartment; my heart and soul of a cat and her male, audacious companion (claimed by my roommate) have been staring into corners lately, evoking an uneasy yet truthfully unbothered personal wonder of what else (or who else) lurks within our space. Perhaps nothing, perhaps everything… such is life. There are empty mason jars scattered around my shoulders, having once been filled with water, craft beer and Cafe Modelo’s Espresso Dark Roast (certainly depending on the time of day) to which I find poetic and filled with purpose, although currently empty. My wet nails, freshly coated with a lustful yet poised crimson red leaves faint but visible trails on my white keyboard protruding a lack of patience and the scent of this afternoon’s tequila soaked outing oozes from my parted lips to meet the Glass Animal induced rhythm coaxed through my speakers, soothing my current ambiance of existence. I am calm and comfortable, although a slight crick in my neck aches as I lean against the multi colored couch cushion behind me... adjusting every so often with hopes I soon slide into an evergreen state of lounging glory. Filling my focus are ideas of new jewelry designs, financial burdens and the scent of my boyfriend that grazes my hair. Perhaps chocolate, as well.
I am all of who I am at this moment; sensitive enough to notice the breeze of cool February air skimming the skin on my arms by means of the cracked living room window while all the while, feeling as vast as the ocean’s capacity of macro-image movement and as specific as its surface salt water froth. My breasts feel tender, my newly pierced nose aches truthful self expression into the forefront of my face and I question if I’ll ever write anything interesting enough for anyone to inquire about or intentionally pick up to meander over. There are multiple tabs open on my computer and even more open in my brain. Strands of decorative, ornamental lights line the ceiling of which I stare up to and my cat (the ‘psychedelic-spiritual-visual-medium-ghost-seeing’ one I mentioned before) has just leaped onto the coffee table below my sunken soles to join the contents of my environmental, explanatory prose with a quite enjoyable interruption.
I am here; seeping into a pile of observatory points and rubbing the cool skin of my moisturized feet onto one another with appreciation for the relationship I have with myself. I am currently looking forward to tomorrow morning’s solitude and the transition of consciousness to slumber; all with expectations of vivid dreams that leave lingers of inspiration for a colorful start, come 6:00 AM.
That’s all, for now.