.332 day 309

country, city gyal.

bare feet on cracked concrete

with stones etched into it's surface.

 stationed nomad on the roam,

searching for a way back home.

  

.277 day 250

waiting for my french fries, filling in spaces of nothingness, with random...somethingness.

.247 day 222

i have a migraine. 

with migraines, come nausea. with nausea comes tea. peppermint. dripping with honey and shimmers of hope. 

me, too tired, brain throbbing and uncomfortably queasy to stand and wait for the water to boil. 

saw camera on dining room table en route to the kitchen, grabbed it, flicked on the electric tea pot 

(they're much cleaner than iron)

and slid, back to wall, down to the floor...

.158 day 136

"does it come as a surprise...that i dance like i've got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs?"

maya angelou

real women rock underoos.

mines are "g.i. joe" 'cause i'm gangsta like dat.

(thug life)

.141 day 124

i fell asleep in the clothes i had set to paint the town the color of me in, the night before. but plans fell through.

this was the first time i've donned heels in over two years (i was four months pregnant)...but plans. fell. through.

ho hum.

.120 day 104

wawa.