Now it comes easily
dripping from pores
sliding off fingertips
you just open your mind
and let it all shake free.
no rhyme
no reason
just this.

you get stuck
hung up on some
point you don't need
some stalagmite of information
tripping you up
skinning your knees.

just let it go.
slough off the past
it does you no good here.
it does you no good anywhere.

You begin to realize
the things you've been seeking
have been with you all along.


Writer's Block: The Right to Privacy
Should some parts of celebrities' lives be off-limits to the public, or is giving up privacy a fair price for being famous?
As human beings, we should respect other human beings. I don't think it matters whether someone is famous or not. We put too much pressure on them, and too much pressure on ourselves and our children to be more like them (famous people). It's unfair, and not a healthy goal.

I do think that a lot of parts of a celebrity's life should be off-limits. We should all have the right to be as public or as private as we like. And certainly, we need to be focusing on greater goals: Literacy, Housing the Homeless, Feeding the Hungry, Healing the Sick... you name it.

Stop living your life around celebrities. Stop putting them on pedestals  and considering them heroes. Live your life doing good works and be a hero yourself.

Writer's Block: This One's on Me
Has a stranger ever bought you a drink at a bar? And have you ever bought a drink for someone you didn't know?
I've never had a drink bought for me by a stranger... and I've never bought one for a stranger. *shrugs* Just never had the opportunity, I suppose.

Writer's Block: Confidence Booster
What do you wear to feel confident?
I feel most confident in the winter time. I love a good pair of jeans and layered long sleeved shirts. A new bra, and some cool shoes and I'm set.

I'm not liking these questions, Victoria's Secret. Stop trying to sell me shit that I can't even wear.

Writer's Block: I Love My Body Because…
Why do you love your body?
Hard question. I don't love my body. My body, over the years, has proven time and again that it hates me. Sometimes I enjoy it. Sometimes I can actually find some glimmer of hope within this shoddy vessel. The plumbing doesn't work, the curb appeal is lacking, it costs way more for upkeep than is necessary... and that's just the waist down.

Maybe someday I'll love it. Maybe someday I'll feel happy about having to walk around in this particular meat-sack.

Not today, though.

*taps on the mic* Is this thing on?
We're doing this again. This...*waves hand* Live Journal thing. Hopefully, I'll have better luck and more to say than the last few times.

I'm going to go do the Writer's Block topic idea from LJ.


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