The begining of something

Some days I know what I want, some days I don’t. I keep imagining the time when I will turn around, look in the mirror and see the truth in me. I will then breathe a sigh of relief that finally I have found my way, and am quite comfortable with what I hold and what breaths life into me. Scraping through the mire tends to make me loose sight sometimes. I forget that I am in fact on my way somewhere. Where, I do not know. Light flows in through the window and I am faced with morning. Always morning, constantly asking my name, wondering what will I do today? It is then that I plant my feet somewhat firmly on the ground and forge ahead. Although at times I find myself lost in a moment of words and dreams; I wish I could freeze indefinitely. Still, I know my bravery to face reality and emerge from my page, will surely provoke more imagination and color for my plight. Am I brave though? I think sometimes no, because I choose what might be easier, that being the background of a pen or keys instead of a stage. I don’t mind my words being read or spoken in an unheard voice, a voice I know nothing of. But to perform them over and over again causes me to doubt what I mean when I say them. But I get off track. See, it takes me only a minute to be lost in these quirks of mine. Still to meander, wonder makes for good conversation with this page whoever it is. I like it, and I think it’s worth wasting my time.

Death for Her and for Me

For you the sky opens so wide.
I fear it will swallow me whole.
If I were consumed by the sky
I would not expect you to follow.
still, maybe if you wrote, the words
would find their way to meet me.
Crawling even into the spaces I was kept in.

If I fail to miss you, or if I don't respond,
consider I might be out of reach.
No one cares when you say you'd rather
have it your way. Please, I apologize
for they are wrong, insignificant and sometimes
cross. It won't be told that way my friend. Your
words will be twisted. Mine too probably, just realize it now.

Give me a kiss, a kiss to recall
on dreary days when sleep provokes but has no cause.
You fall I find far too far behind. I pant to speak,
much less catch you. Like a commit burning up in this atmosphere,
I too will fizzle out. Singed by the skirt of the fire, merely morality.
Don't speak of it as if it is haunting or even frail.
I accomplish this and move on to the next scale.
What might be for to find me there?

Unlimited

Back from Chicago. We got in at 4am so we are a bit popped. It was sorda sad leaving, Chicago. It's my favorite city and we enjoyed it immensely. We also have dear friends there, and its always hard to say good bye. You never know maybe we will someday end our journey in Chicago.

We were so busy with work, and just living in the city. My favorite part was seeing the Broadway show Wicked. It was breath taking and the Oriental theatre was equally as breath taking. Riding the train is fun too, however Im sure in the winter time I would be feeling much differently. :) Anyway we have a lot to catch up on today so I better be off. Good day to all.
"listen to the static"
Love till later,
LauraAnne

Chicago is lovely in the Spring Time.

"Speak less, listen more."

Hey everyone!! We've been in Chicago working, busy busy with training but we are having fun being down town and are going to a show tomorrow night. Will elaborate later. Drank a coffee with my croissant walking around downtown while wearing big sunglasses. I've never been more Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany's. Have to run!! All is well.
Love till later,
LauraAnne