with my heart only semi-heavy. Things are great. Meaning that I love my work. Meaning that I love my space. Meaning that I just got every episode of The Maxx on DVD and if I really want anything really, I can get it exactly when I want it.
That is enough, ya?
The things that keep me at semi-heavy are pedestrian. Not made of stardust, like I am. Stupid earthbound things that I could choose to ignore.
Tonight I am giving my best effort to that. Earthbound things aren't worth looking into, as I am star stuff.
Would that I could divulge full details here. Would that I could just rip my heart open and spill it all out like a diva. Except that would be for another version of me that was released a long time ago. Adding this to my reasons that a time machine would be grand.
I've learned a thing or seven this week. The main things being that I have /the tendency to play the same dumb games I abhor watching others play/ and that I am still capable of Taking Care of Number One.
Strangers on the street and at stoplights confirm my delectable flamboyance. I used to think that was enough.
I know now that I need a bit more. So I'll go out and get it, like the little soldier that I am.
You stay tough. I will too.
A grand night to you and me as well.
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