Soliloquy #2

Dreams feed me.

My imagination takes me to places of freedom—vivid, pulsating, breathing liberty.


Foreign countries, rolling hills, bed of wildflowers, the great Appalachians, exotic goods,
street foods, gourmet samplings, unabashed speaking of mother tongues.


The regions of China, the mystic of the Amazon, the grandeur of the Pyramids, the rainforests of Brazil, the gold mines of Africa, the glory of the Himalayas, the power of Rome, the earnestness of the Mecca, the coffee of Arabia, the upbeat New York, the laidback Australia, the romance of Firenze, the fashionable Paris Avenues

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life as I’d like to see it

life as I want to write about it

life as I’d like you to paint it

life as I’d like us to sing it


take me there

the melody of my heart throbs in each string strummed by this longing

to see the world

to feel the earth

to live and truly savor the essence of living


take me there.


will you take me there?

Soliloquy #1

Another chapter of my life is about to close
And here I am hanging in the abyss of loneliness
Disillusionment
Uneasiness
Almost angry
Close to suicidal
Empty
Stupid
State…

I do care so much to the point that I do not care anymore
I’m trying to live a life but it feels like I’m closing in to the grave everyday
I’m not even sure if these are valid claims

Of a 22-year old, 5’ tall young lady
Or the unwarranted angst of a childish, middle-class, relatively carefree, UP-bred, confused and dazed animal lurking inside of me.

Rome wasn’t built in a day, I know. But can I at least grow up in a year?


**This is almost a documentary. A peek into the life of a yuppie trying to keep her wits intact. This was written sometime LAST YEAR so it's a cause of celebration on my part. Yipee!

goodbyes

bitter as an ended romance
uncertain as the rain
colder than a winter morning
an aching feeling