Crash

It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

I really believe this.

These days we constantly invent new ways to avoid each other. Email, instant messaging. Text messaging. I'm the first one to say that yeah, I am guilty of it, that I prefer this habit of evading. Really dealing with people is a pain in the ass. Nurses, teachers, customer service people...they know all too well what we're working day in and day out to avoid.

But then there are some people who pull you back in. They reach out and grab you from the comfortable, disconnected atmosphere you've been floating around in and yank you back to life. Real life. Not the one you watch on TV. Not the disembodied form lettered voice you read on the internet.

These people notice you. They look into your eyes. They ask questions. They tug at those dorment emotions inside your chest. It's like coming up for air when you've been stuck under the surface for too long.

This morning on my way to work I started to think. All those faces I pass in oncoming cars, do they wonder who I am as much as I wonder about them?

And all at once there it is, the gentle, rolling warmth that the human connection brings.

I find myself lingering over the toll worker's mittened hand when I relinquish my change. Smiling longer at the girl in the brown coat I walk past on the sidewalk. Caring more for the old man struggling to get on the bus with his grocery bags.

That's the thing. We're all in this together. We're all human, and pretty soon we'll get it right. Or else, we'll just crash.

The Greatest Day

Write now.

Sometimes I wonder
if the seeds of my existence
were watered with the ink of great authors,
and this is what pushes my pen to the paper
at night and on
sad days.

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They told me I had
the heart of a poet.

How could they
have lied to me?

The x-rays showed nothing.

5th Avenue Girl

She leans from her window,
and dries her hair,
half-conciously hoping to be seen.
She has done everything that
was required,
and to her friend, who is fond
of her,
she offers an accomodating body.
Sometimes they speak of love.
Often, in crowds, she mistakes a
casual word for her name
and turns to see who calls.

For instance,

New beginnings are impossible
Because
Too many people slip into old ways
Like a pair of ancient shoes
That find your feet ---
They fit perfectly
More perfect than the two of you
Ever could

Changing my look.

Which one would you pick for me?

Apartment Update

I know I promised you updates on the progress of the Great Apartment Renovation 2008 like a million months ago and here it is, 2009, and nothing to show for it!

I took a couple photos the other night while my hot piece of a boyfriend was making me dinner.











The color on the walls (a very light gray-blue) is lighter than originally planned due to some contractual regulations, but it's getting there. All 550 sq/ft of it! :) Pics of my bathroom next. Exciting, I know.

Oh and it was spicy turkey tortilla soup and it was delicious.