"frolic on, crested and scallop edg'd waves!"

this morning started with a solo dance party in the living room.

then dcf. wonderful. absolutely. no, seriously. go read acts 12:1-19. "if you live in fear, you will not live in peace." "fear is a choice." "death is not the final answer." "when we share our stories, fear decreases and faith increases." and then the music! dcf worship rocks my heart. that junk about fear is just what i needed to hear. i'm one hundred percent going to move somewhere far away in the fall. hopefully shelbs gets into csu.

then i came home and ate plain noodles and drank black coffee on the porch with kathleen. i love eating on the porch. and just sitting on the porch, really. i'm pretty sure my neighbors think i'm crazy.

after lunch, i went upstairs to tackle packing. four hours and a lot of dancing later, i'm totally ready to load up my car. crazy!

then somehow the bare floor (that no one has seen since before spring break) was calling my name. so i laid down and cracked open "leaves of grass." walt whitman was totally insane. and super in-tune with his sexual side. whoa. but he had so many beautiful things to say. example:


"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose."
(from "Song of the Open Road")

and

"O to realize space!
The plenteousness of all, that there are no bounds,
To emerge and be of the sky, of the sun and moon and flying clouds, as one with them."
(from "A Song of Joys")


as it usually does, experiencing the work of a master inspires creativity in myself, so i wrote this terrible poem about how empty our room feels:


laying, face up in an empty room.
they've taken their belongings and left me here.
songs of love and rebellion fill the air,
hot from the open window.

and in this moment, i am good.

oh! if walls could talk.
but my question is this:
when all the things are gone,
will the memories leave too?


whelp. not too good. and super cliche. oh well. at least i don't have delusions of grandeur in regards to my art. i just do it because i can't not. (double negative...i know...i'm just not sure how else to say it.)

after my little creativity session and a couple more cups of coffee, i was lulled to sleep by the musical stylings of the weepies and the freelance whales and took the best three-song nap ever. i was awoken by a really upbeat and oddly loud song by two door cinema club. i texted lark to see when she was coming home when i got a strange urge to go watch the sunset at the dikes. i was heading out the door when lark texted me back, saying she was actually in clemson, but had gone to the dikes to watch the sunset. it's strange how alike we are sometimes. so i went out and read some more whitman.

and now i'm back with the music back on, waiting for emily and caitlin to come over so we can drink margaritas on the front steps. why, i'm not exactly sure. but do it we shall.