Bajeca's Vistas

Watched the Daytona 500 qualifying, watched the bud shootout, came home, now I'm playing catch up on the e-mail that has came into my box the past couple of days. Whoopti Do

"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."
- Buddha -

I think maybe winter has set in for good, it seems I cannot shake the chill and the winds howling makes it colder still. maybe this is a reflection of my inner self, living in the winter of my life, waiting anticipating when spring will bring new life and blossoms to myself. how long I wonder can one live in the winter before life after is no longer in the future, but a passing memory of time

a visit into my thoughts the forbidden zone has surprised me, maybe the thoughts run both ways just as not as strong from east to west as west to east.

Deep within myself, I know what to change, I know how to change, I know that it is my heart that will not allow me to do any of this.

are you a loner?
I remember that question
I remember not knowing what it was
I remember being so embarrassed when I learned
that I was

mom's house seems foreign, as though I know I don't belong here but where else can I be.

The winds were howling outside my window as I awoke this morn
an omen or a cleansing I pondered

No snows yet this day, but they say they will not hold at bay
a forecast or another lie, I pondered

Sunlight and crystalline skies is all I see, but yet I feel as though a dark cloud is hanging over me
In my mind or a reality, I pondered

*laughing* What do I write today of my thoughts?

Sometimes there are so many questions racing through my mind, I'm not sure which way to travel. You know I keep trying to figure out who I am, searching for Me.

But I'm such a complex person I fear I'll never really know who I am. And with this conclusion, I fear that others will never know me either. Thus I ponder, will I always be alone on my path through life.

trail your finger across my cheek
experience my softness
explore my tender flesh.

touch your lips to mine,
wrap me in a warm embrace
feel my body pressed against yours

My heart lightly beats against yours
tenderness entraps me.
Surrounding us.

although we are so close
My heart yours
will you ever know me

There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.
- Henry Adams -