Time. What Is Time?

I was created for waiting; eyes cast toward the horizon, thoughts lingering, heart aching, soul aloft.

Sexy And Warm! Bonus!

I have a love affair with socks and stockings, especially ones that come up over my knee and have small seams for my sensitive toes!

Uncharted Territory

I am fully aware that I am treading dangerously close to "school girl giddiness".

Mercedes Benz Dealerships And Lean-To's

Never before have I seen such exorbitant wealth existing directly beside soul crushing poverty.

The Brightly Colored Hippie Skirt Probably Has Something To Do With It

Sitting in a theater surrounded by hundreds of long haired, black shirt and jean wearing metal fanatics I somehow manage to feel both at home and completely out of place.

Summary

In such a short time, so much has changed.

Feel Free To Say No To This, But...

How incredibly different might things have turned out had I not decided to drive to Durham in the middle of the night?

Suffer The Innocents

Talking to his niece breaks my heart and there is nothing I can do to fix it.

"Time Enough At Last"

Driving over the Cape Fear Memorial Bridge, without another car or person in sight, stirs thoughts of a post-apocalyptic world where everyone is dead but I have somehow (miraculously?) survived.

No Happy Mediums To Be Found

It often seems like things are either changing far too quickly or not nearly fast enough.

An Orange Is An Orange

I am so incredibly sick of the sentence, "It is what it is".

I Wanted To Believe That You'd Win The War In Your Head That I Did Not Understand

It's the not knowing, the uncertainty, the inability to plan or even guess what the future will bring, that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and inept.

I'm Going To Be Okay

The day is beautiful, I slept alone last night and survived, I started taking my medicine at night so that it will already be in my system when I wake up, and I feel pretty!

Lying Here With No One Near

I cannot wait to walk along the water at night, looking up at the stars, and dancing in the sand.

They Will Keep It Safe

My heart belongs to the sea,
the mountain tops,
the autumn breeze,
and the spring rain.

Night Train

When I do not trust my voice, I allow music to speak the true words of my soul.

Envelope Me Swiftly, Hide Me From The Haze

Autumn is finally coming, I can feel it in the wind, and I welcome it with open arms.

Yay For Birthdays!

Birthdays, celebrations of life and gathered wisdom, often conclude with the guest of honor wishing that he or she were dead due to the cumulative affects of the traditional overindulgence of celebratory liquids.

Centered

I yourn to walk unhindered and unaccompanied through the woods with only my thoughts and nature herself to keep me company.

If (When) I Find It, I'll Post It Here

Somehow during the course of my move, I've lost (or, perhaps, only misplaced) the notebook with this entry in it.

Lingering Echos Of The Little Mermaid, I'm Sure

I often have dreams where I am sitting at the bottom of the sea, looking up toward the sunlight, through leagues and leagues of water, completely at peace.

Your Tax Dollars At Work

I cannot understand the logic involved with the decision to buy automatically flushing toilets and automated paper towel dispensers but only have one soap dispenser (which is decidedly on its last legs) in a bathroom with two sinks.

If (When) I Find It, I'll Post It Here

Somehow during the course of my move, I've lost (or, perhaps, only misplaced) the notebook with this entry in it.

What Was I Thinking When I Wrote This?

It is always strange to run across old notes written to yourself: bits of lyrics scribbled on the back of flyers, to do lists, shopping lists, and doodles - all sent from Sarah-Past to Sarah-Now(Future).

Especially In The Wee Hours Of The Night When All You Want To Do Is Sleep

Perhaps it is only me, but the memory of vomiting never quite encompasses the truly horrid nature of the actual experience.

It Is Best That You Didn't Ask

Protein is protein.

The Past Is Only In Our Heads

Discovering that what you had long believed to be a dream was actually a memory is a very strange experience.

Imagination Take Flight!

I love surreal art.

Photos Cannot Capture The Feeling Of The Earth Under Your Feet Nor The Smell Of The Trees

There are so many things in this world that I wish to experience firsthand because photos in books simply to not satisfy my need to explore.

The Very Word "Diction" Confuses Them

Esoteric is among the list of words that I love but feel odd using due to the vocabulary level of the general public.