Like phantom pain of a lost limb

although severed clean,

feeling persists.

I loved you only for a moment time,

still your impression burns my brain,

I wish I could have made it last longer,

my only regret,

as I fail to understand it,

you’ll never know the depth of heat,

I’ve felt for you.

like a fleeting essence of a warm breeze against the skin,

your sensation lingers long after the wind has past.

A birthday is a good time to reflect and celebrate.  As the fates have granted me another year to enjoy all the sensations of life, I have a profound sensation of gratitude. 

1. I am utterly and overwhelmingly grateful for my health, the slightest compromise of it, be it a cold or a stubbed toe reminds us how brilliant it is to feel good or even mediocre. To have all your fingers all your toes, sight, hearing, to be able to breath, to have the capacity to run, jump, and play is such a blessing. This year and every year, it’s one of my most treasured gifts.
   
   
2. I am grateful to be a woman in America, complete with glass ceilings and old men who call me honey, it’s a grace and a luxury to be born a free woman who can speak her mind and implement her will with little restraint.. even if it’s in high heels.
   
   
3. I am eternally grateful for all the love I have in my life. I am surrounded with friends and family as far as the eye can see with people who sprinkle joy in my life the way blooming flowers brighten a barren walkway. My path is easier, brighter, even delightful because of it. Thank you to my friends and family for being rays of light through good times and bad. I promise to make more of the former rather than the latter. I am as grateful for you as I am here to return the favor. 

If we can get ripped on Jameson on March 17th and schncokerd on Cino De Mayo for reasons which we don’t even care to discover, then a birthday is something truly worthy of celebration.

I am very happy to be.

beers,

jeers,

jabs, smiles,

heat flexes,

wit mixes,

sweet sweat.

the night wanes. 

eyes open,

light and alone. 

addiction

If you had to give up one vice, what would it be?

So many vices so little time… Before I go hypothetically abandoning a vice all willy nilly it would be a good idea to catalog said vices.

Let’s see what I have here…

caffeine
drinking
sugar…. this one flares when I try to lay off on the former.
an occasional cigarette

It seems like the obvious answer would be to give up the one in which I indulge least often which would be smoking. However, with a deeper look, one that doesn’t cause any flare in other vices could be a good one to let go of. That being said, If I had to I would give up sugar because it doesn’t result in any more ingesting of caffeine, alcohol or cigarettes. Meanwhile the ceasing of drinking may lead to a flare in in sugar consumption and smoking, while the ceasing of caffeine may lead to the increase in nicotine consumption or worse, narcolepsy. All in all, my vices are mild and none are quite worthy of the effort of abstaining.

Given such, I’m inspired to pour a glass of wine and contemplate potential future vices.

ink falling

If tattoos lasted for only 1 year I think I would get one. In fact, my only objection to tattoos on myself is that I am afraid that I would get sick of whatever I picked and then wish it wasn’t there. You know kind of like fear of long term relationships. I kid but, when I was younger I wanted to get some sort of light tattoo, perhaps in Japanese-style art of a wave and a snowflake. Being a Scorpio, I am quite drawn to the water and although it may sound cliche the draw is real and so strong the words cannot do the feeling justice. Frozen, in motion, I love it, not to mention it’s necessary for life. A year with this tattoo would be a nice trial run, if I had the time to vet it, I just may want to keep it for the long haul.

On the other hand, a month seems too short and is reminiscent of something childish like face paint, or drawing on yourself in high school. Having a tattoo for a month is so ineffectual that I just don’t see the point.

Just for some added commentary, sleeves on men are extremely sexy, and tasteful artistic pieces on women have caught my gaze on many occasion.