Another note

on a different note, its my puppy’s first birthday today 🙂

a little dirty

His name is Arrgs, which wasnt the name we gave him originally, but it did that funny thing names do. Become what they’re supposed to. 🙂

A serious moment

sometimes, on occasion. I can be pretty serious. Like when I talk about my beliefs, needs, and sometimes even wants. Today I just want to talk about some of my wishes. I wish that  most of the population of this country weren’t so ignorant. I wish the president would lie to himself less. He knows what he’s doing is unconstitutional but he goes on doing it anyway. I wish the people would see what they’re doing to it. It saddens and sickens. where is a girl to live? all countries are more or less socialist, are there any truely free places left? Is there any where in the world, where the individual matters the most? If our founding fathers were here today, they’d die of shock. Where is the freedom that was worth dying for?  Gone, gone for a very very long time.  But the great thing is we still have time to hope, there is time for action. But will we make our stand against an oppressive government that tells us lies, just to feed itself. to procure more power over us, the very idividuals who gave it that power

how do I meet so many fellow libertarians? yet when you watch the news on tv, you never hear anything about them? maybe I just travel in all the right circles….

be-ing

Sometimes the moon is full, and I feel myself floating inside. it’s a wonderful feeling, just floating around in space. but the world always manages to pull me back, but each time I leave a peice of me behind. I care less and less about the small matters of day to day life.  where once in this world I felt only joyful and content, now it is replaced with a stillness that borders on being sad. not sad really, but quiet and somber.

Other times the sun is shining and I feel the heat seeping into my bones, replacing what was lost as I just sit there in the rays enjoying the moment. it seems to inspire, to force the life into me. I run out into the world screaming I am here and I am ready. Waiting for the next moment, enjoying the day. loving to be alive. excited, exuberent and hopeful.

Most of the time however I just am. I’m just busy be-ing.

soldier

I was once a soldier, perhaps an Amazon. I battled feirce and strong. Like every soldier I ate and slept every chance I got. I’m no longer a soldier. but I still behave like one. eating, and sleeping whenever I get the chance. which is more and more everyday.  now that’s all I’m doing. I can’t do much anymore. certainly not battle. not even very minor ones. i’m a lost soldier, who after not having a battle for along time is unprepared and uncapable of going back. lost in her lost world. the only comforts are eating and sleeping which are done too much or seem too little.  atleast in my dreams I’m still a fighter.

questions

When the day is over, am I still standing? or does the world just tilt a little more to compensate? Can I feed the flames of my own desire? or will the ashes simply destroy me?

Sometimes the moon is full and I wonder if I perhaps should go… leave this place behind, and just fly away… sometimes the moon is even not full.  The moment passes, but it always comes back. Is this a normal happening? Does everyone feel this? Does anyone really know?

mmm

how come the monsters ate all my socks? were they just sitting in my closet waiting for me to fall asleep and had huge case of the munchies? did they think “good golly, these socks look delish”?