10587 (Written February 9, 2008)

A Blue Moon.
Passion.

I have been suffering from writers block for a while now. A lot of things really have been coming and going around my mind. But for some reason, I just can't write it down. I usually can. But the thought of water damaged, folded pages in textbooks, calculators, and long nights have been calling my name instead.

I have been feeling rather blue lately. Out of body, sort of. I've been looking for a light. Love. A light to brighten up the night.

Instead, I'm just going to write about the random things that have been happening as of late.

HOARSE:
Whilst sitting in a cafe drinking Passion Tea and a Whole Wheat Multi-Grain piece of toast, I stared off into the distance. The magical voice of Frank Sinatra played in the background, the snow clouds looming in the sky. The colours outside were rather 'blah,' but sitting inside in the dimly lit room with the orange ambiance was comforting.

Then a young, annoying man walked into the cafe. His broad shoulders swayed as if they told a story of how many weights they could lift, and how many protein shakes he had powered down before hand. He sat down at the table next to me. I continued to stare out the window, with a sly grin.

A young, very attractive lady walked in, tip-toeing on golden Marc by Marc Jacobs pumps.
Then he spoke in a most terrible hoarse voice. "HEY BABE."
The type of voice that ruins beautiful moments, the type of voice that crawls under your skin and makes your spine shudder.
It was the type of moment that would be in a movie, where beautiful things would be dancing across the screen, then all of a sudden, something so terrible, so ugly popped out, and the noise of a record scratching to a halt played at that exact moment.

HUMAN NATURE:
A deep sense of guilt loomed over my head.
Contemplation. Debating right versus wrong.
What were the pluses, what were the negatives?
What are the consequences of this decision?

Forget it.

That raspberry cheesecake was mine.

HEADING SOUTH:
Today I was staring out the window of my car, listening to the rain drop on the metal body of my car. I was sitting atop a plateau over looking the Santa Clarita Valley. I looked up, and a flock of birds were flying South.
Lyrics kept playing in my head, "I love Paris in the Spring/ I love Paris in the Fall/ I love Paris in the winter as the rain drizzles all around/ I love Paris in the summer/ when it sizzles/ I love Paris every moment/ I love Paris every moment of the year."

How I wished I was in Europe.

Dear God, make me a bird. So I can fly far, far, far away from here.

PIER 1 IMPORTS:
My toes scrunched up atop the soft Indian rug. I danced and twirled around; for it was a Magic Carpet, and I pictured in my mind a scene comparable to Aladdin.

"Excuse me miss," said a lady with a tight hair bun. "You need to put your shoes on, please. We do not serve people with no shoes on."

GOLD MEMBERS ONLY:
I bought a pricey track jacket today.

And it was a gold lamé windbreaker.
...talk about spur of the moment.

WEBSTER'S DICTIONARY:
I sat at the window in a quaint cafe down in Old Town Pasadena, looking at the clouds speed by, being pushed impatiently by the wind. People were bundled up in fluffy jackets. The January sun was slowly setting, and you could see its color through the rain clouds. An elderly couple walked by, their bony bodies clamped to one another. Their breath became one foggy cloud of smoke.

"If you could use one word to describe this day,what word would you use?," said a rather peculiar gentleman sitting next to me, his eyes perched over his reading glasses, with the crossword puzzle just barely finished.

I looked at him, and thought for just a brief moment.
"Too marvelous for words." said I with a smile.

EAST IN THE WEST OF YOUR ARMS:
"With your arms open wide,
At last we are face to face.
Through an embrace,
I can feel you are alive,
you are real.
You are really mine."

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Today, I purchased $105.87 worth of books at Barnes and Nobles. I spent hours sitting Indian style (who desides what type of sitting is Indian style, anyway?) in a dark corner with the pile of books by my right side.

I couldn't decide which ones to buy.
So, I just bought all of them.
All $105.87 of them.