Feed it need it

I have nothing to blog about as of late. In the past when I would write it was because I had some sort of intense emotion, and more often than not because I was feeling down, and writing has always been my outlet. But now, now I am happy. I like my life. I mean the biggest thing I have to complain about is the cold onion ring I ate yesterday, which was quite possibly the nastiest tasting thing I've ever eaten, and thats hardly blog worthy material. I guess its a good thing that I'm satisfied enough with my life to not find it necessary to complain, but the complaining fueled my thoughts and led me to new discoveries. So since I am having trouble finding topics to write about I will now be taking requests, readers (if I have any) what shall I write about?

Tasting the Sun

Like the bright green shine of sun through the leaves,

Like clouds that make round shapes,

Like clear plastic umbrellas sparkled with rain drops,

Like warm and soft blankets when you're ready for bed,

Like opening the window on a warm summer's day,

Like a kiss on the cheek from some one you love,

Like a matching pair of socks that cover your toes,

Like a peanut butter sandwich on warm wheat bread,

Like a smile shared between two in love,

Like car ride to a mysterious place,

I find comfort. I try new things. I'm learning to taste the Sun.

dot-to-dot

Growing up is like connecting the dots, its this mysterious tedious thing you just keep doing because you're taught the outcome will be worth it. Just like when you were little and you knew a beautiful picture would come from connecting those dots. However, also just like when you were little its sometimes hard to see what the picture will be, where are dots are taking us, and will it all be worth it? And with each dot there's a twist and turn to get to the next one, an obstacle to overcome, another hurtle standing in our way, obscuring the big picture. I can only hope that just like when we were little the picture in the end will be just as rewarding.

When words escape me

Drip, a drop, a quiet plop

the falling of summer rain.

Swish, a swirl, a steady whirl

water gone down the drain.

Icy, and sticky, taking a licky

a popsicle melts in the sun.

Hot, and sweaty, breathing heavy

a late afternoon run.

Bass pounds, wonderful sounds

favorite band playing a song.

Water sloshing, feet squashing

a hike thats almost too long.

Tick tock, seconds on a clock

time slowly passing by.

Teeth showing, eyes glowing

a smile, not knowing why.

I really like this photographer, Nick Brandt, when I saw his photos for the first time words escaped me so I thought it was only appropriate to share some of them in this post.

Shady, cool, and quiet

I went outside to sit and ponder, I like to think outdoors. Shady, cool and quiet, like beneath a tall oak tree. Like a foggy beach, calm and serene. That's what I expected to find. A place to inspire my thoughts and let my mind wander. And that is not what I found. Sitting in a plastic chair listening to the gargle of the pool filter, under the shade of a gazebo. My thoughts are still flowing but now they are dreaming of a magical place, a place that machinery and concrete know not of. A place where the grass is always over grown, soft, cool and green. A place where trees are abundant with juicy fruit and long branches which children may climb. This place has deep mysterious pools, crisp, clean and blue. There are bright colored flowers, always in bloom to bring smiles to faces. Jars of ice cold lemonade just waiting for parched throats to gulp. Sounds of birds, and laughter. A place where adventures are waiting to be had. A place to sit and ponder.