when you stall, i lurch and vice versa

i stopped by town the day before for an errand. it was a nice walk down memory lane.

the moment i got home, i broke down. in entirety.

i see things that i hadn't seen. in a rueful way.

someone who hasn't seen nor heard nor understood the depth of an abyss wouldn't know how to climb out of it.

you had a mean day. you want to cry but the tears just wouldn't cooperate because it's not in touch with your feelings. but just when you are about to stop trying and it just flows, you wonder when it will stop.

maybe things are still panning out for me in volumes. when you've peered through rose tinted glasses for the longest time, nothing quite prepares you for this outburst.

nothing quite like it.

and yesterday was fabulouso. you know how nothing fazes you anymore and how tight things get with your beloved people and everything's working with you instead of against you and your feelings, moods, appearance are in check and in sync and then some more. that was me yesterday.

pardon me for spewing forth something corny. but such was the metaphor for saying tomorrow will be a better day. for some people.

moods only reflects what you are. you try to be above that but it works against you. what do you do? follow your guts and wait out for the stormy overcast to pass..

im a huge advocator of consistency yet it's very like me to try to be something different everyday.

that's the prime thing about operating from a female's perspective. when you mean what you say, you don't say what you mean.

still, i love being a woman and all that jazz.