I am never sure of the visual presentation of my dream home, I only know that I wish for a ceiling in my master bedroom made of glass, so that I can look out upon the vastness of the universe at night as I ponder life and its many meanings.
I am not sure of the amount of levels this home will hold, but I know that it will be the place where love, spirituality, and complete peace all reside under one roof. When it is empty, the walls will speak to each other about the joy and laughter they have witnessed on the good days, and the different ways in which triumph over the hurts, angers, and disappointments will be had.
I don’t know the property value of this beautiful house, but I know that it will be a home where members of my family come together and escape the harsh and perverse realities of the world we are all living in. From grandparents to grandbabies, the principals of family will reign supreme in my dream house.
straight deficient in fucks to give, fam. sorry.
red lip and nappy hair. hi,
always a double standard right??
but what are you doing with the energy while its in your possession? may I suggest following the path that lights your soul on fire?
JUST A SUGGESTION. but do as you wish.
Life is… cool. I’ve been adjusting to this single/co-parenting life. Working (I got a promotion a couple of months ago, yay), working on my website (check it out at www.chocolatemartinimagazine.com) and really just trying to find the thread that holds this all together.
In spending all this time alone, I’ve really started to enjoy it. This is my first time living in my own apartment, where only my name is on the Lease. (I’ve been here for almost two years, but I moved in with my son’s father and he just moved out in March). I have really learned to let go and just be myself, especially in the comfort of the place where i pay rent.
When my son is with his father, I spend a lot of time nude. Not because its sexy (although it is) but because i am just not a big fan of clothes. All my life, I always felt as if clothes made my body look more awkward than it actually is, so we’ve never been good mates, clothes and I.
On top of nudity, music has helped heal a lot of my battle scars. Certain songs remind me of what I gave up and I get sad, and then other songs remind me of why, and a smile crosses my face again. Some songs even help with my creativity and writer’s block. I’ve been trying to do a lot of writing. Ugh. Not really working. I’ve rearranged my furniture. Bought more books. Oh! and I have two more bookshelves now! I think I’m tight, lol.
Zyon is two now. Holy shit.
Ummmmm, and that’s really all. I am dating, still celibate as all the available fucks. Not looking for my king, but I know he’s out there. And when we meet, we’ll click like computer mice. Yes..