on hold

Lonely lonesome, She stands topless at the kitchen counter

Spring is here and she wants to bask in the sun while she washes the dishes

She told herself the dishwasher was broken

This helps the time go by slower

Her brush stroke is gentle and soothing on her skin

Something her body had been craving

She just wanted to be touched

The warm water is melting her inside

As her mind wanders so does her hands

She thinks of him as she rubs her soapy hands along her neck

Down her hips

Across her torso

The dishes

well, they're on hold

 

wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad

If I had enough money to do whatever I wanted with it..
I'd start with a dance studio. More like a warehouse with mirrors everywhere. Where anyone could come dance/workout/stretch/relieve all stress and pain. Just go crazy with life's simple movement of refreshment. The rooms would be soundproof so someone could bump all the bass they want in one room and straight instrumental in the other..

Nothing makes me feel higher then some sweet melody with a bongo jammin in the background while I roll on the cold hardwood floor

twisting turning in and out of a wonderful creative movement of the utmost pleasure

rooms where you can meditate.. hundreds of candles

sheer fabric hanging from wall to wall

yeah. something like that.

scars

As gross as this sounds..
when I pick away at my scabs I feel like I'm picking a part something in my life that was meant to be there for whatever reason it was. When actuality I was just hammered and paid the consequences. They are ugly and beautiful at the same time. I don't know if i want to cover them or not. That would be a body FULL of tattoos.. They're never going away. So its like a tattoo. I need to be more creative on my story behind the (what feels like) 100 scars. Like.. jumping out of a moving vehicle to escape being kidnapped? Or.. saving a dog from a burning fire? Bathing suit season is so hard for me, but no one makes me feel self conscious? So how do I except them better? Remind myself every day how stupid I was to get trashed and go skateboarding or run through the sand and eat shit every 4 steps. Its not so easy. But things happen for a reason and so far I haven't learned my lesson. I guess thats the next and true step.. learn from your mistakes or else your body is gonna get tore up!