People go for parties and drink till they feel 'sober' and up high
Well I have dinner dates with friends like Adel at places I love like Portobelle
Particularly because it's where I have memories of Mirabelle
And they are locked up in secret behind the counter which we laughed over whipped cream
And being offered strawberry biscuit sticks
My fingers are sore and red
I played the guitar for the entire day today
After going out with Mummy to see her Ikebana arrangement on display at Paragon
I met Auntie Viola, who seems just like a bird but with her heart's wings clipped down
The Soup Spoon has incredibly satisfying mushroom soup as chicken tikka wraps
My inbox is filled with messages from Z
I have decided to pump in more effort into my painting
I'm probably going to attend a holiday painting class at The Red Sea gallery
The fee is probably going to be annoyingly pricey
Since its recommendation came from an aristocrat
Who honestly scared me with her sharp eyes
It wasn't her teeth, it was her eyes that seemed to gnaw on the back of my brain
Then Lao Shi came over, the one person who lets in a little piece of heaven eveytime she's here
Pa is back from the golf club
Thank goodness Johnna is coming back on Tuesday
Or else Pa will have to suffer nights like these where he'll have no soup to drink
Tomorrow is his birthday - sweet, sweet birthday!
I don't know how old he is but I know he hasn't led a tiring life
Because the wrinkles on his face are smoothing out
He's growing another year older - graciously
Not carefully, but taking the plunge off the edge into the joy,
The joy of soaking in every drop of water that falls from heaven -
Just like blessings
And a massive blessing he is to me
This is what it feels like to write without punctuation.
It sounds almost like a poem but it's really not, it's just my words without dots.like.these.
I'm starting to play random chords on the guitar, with the 7th fret and the 5th fret being the most commonly used.
I'm currently writing a new song.
Here's a teeny bit of the lyrics but they're scattered all over the place now.
"Red is the color of riot surging through my blood in your bed / This is for the nights we spent not talking / Only watching each other as our vision grew blurry / And we acknowledge that tear rushing to meet your bedsheets / You sing that in all of my pain I see you, I feel you, I adore you and I know you / Through and through / Through and through that heart I know that beats / That beats / That beats / Everytime I'm with you "
I'M OFF TO PORTOBELLE!
(♥)
