I was so dramatic when I was 19....

Intricate distractions flow through a mesmerized soul
As romantic rhythms beat on a rapidly breaking heart

Melodies of sweet release tempt the tired spirit within
A novel of notes depict dark secrets on a simple page of black and white

Timed measures express pure bliss and complete fear
A moderately slow piece of life with prestissimo interchanges
Has a downbeat of syncopation, something that makes no sense to the practiced artist

A wall closes around the prodigy inside of us, as trembling hands take hold of the instrument of life
When the music is in perfect pitch, the heart rests, but those intricate distractions bombard us
And weaken the inner harmony. Eventually the music fades and the sounds of others cradle our every
move until we conduct another moment of synchronized melodies to entertain our weary souls

I swear I'm still alive

Well, it's looks as though I have been wordless for about a month now. Of course, we all know I can talk a blue streak, but I guess I just haven't had the motivation to write it out lately.
Things have been fairly calm as I prepare to move to my one bedroom next month. I'm looking forward to a fresh start, no matter how small it may be. It's just always nice to reorganize and start on your own. That's how I see it at least.
I'm one of those weird people who finds joy in organizing closets and pantries. I can't wait to buy shelves to display my electic book collection and photos of my friends and family. Plus, I enjoy shopping for all of the little things I need.
Anyone know of a recliner that needs a good home? Or a small dining set for that matter? It's fun looking even online for these things. Of course, I always seem to end up at Pottery Barn or Crate & Barrell where my money never seems to stretch far enough. Oh the things I would do with a gift certificate to those places!
Anyways, this was just to prove that I'm still kicking. :)