The air is so cold it feels like God is turning the handle on a vice grip attached to your head, slowly building the cabin pressure around your skull as the ice cold air seeps into your ears like worms in your coffin. The "Merry Christmas!!" texts flow in all day from unrecognizable numbers to which you reply fearlessly with "who is this?". When there is no response you can only assume it is a girl who is now offended that you deleted her number. Like sleeping with you wasn't offensive enough in the first place, now she can't even come back for seconds. She tries to weasel her way back in by throwing you into a holiday mass text. Hoping you will respond with "what are you doing?"..... But all she gets is the oh to familiar "who is this?". Maybe she shouldn't have gotten that tattoo at such an early age, or actually paid for the school she told all her regs she was stripping to get through.
It's union suit weather in Iowa. Not very conducive to the Hollywood winter outfit that consists of chucks and a hoodie. I stare out the window at the now ice covered snow on the deck as my ass cheeks are heated by the gas lit fireplace in total fear, knowing that i will eventually have to go out there. One of the creepiest feelings in the world is when you take a deep breath through your nose and the snot freezes instantly, alomst suffocating you.
The first time i ever saw a turkey fly was yesterday afternoon. I didn't know they could fly until i saw them perch themselves at the top of the trees as a pack flew into the back yard. The love is all around me and it's nice to actually feel it... Let it in. Not cast it out like a hot piece of Spam disguising itself as a cool piece of mango.... I have a good life, and I am proud of myself... Finally
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