Oh yeah....

Last night I had a strange dream...  I fell in love.  Oz and Candyland were neighboring towns.  And time was bending all wrong.  All to a soundtrack of Henry Mancini. 
 
I honestly don't care where I live as long as I have a place outside to sit and be.  That's all I want.... to be outside.  Oh yeah, and a motorcycle.  I've been actively shopping again the passed few days.  Dumb idea. 

I'm sitting on a 5th floor balcony with my sister's big fat orange cat watching the sunset, listening to the birds, and watching the traffic on Main St.  It's a wonderful Sunday evening.  I don't particularly care for this apartment one way or the other except that it has a balcony.  A place to sit outside and recharge. 

I can't stop thinking about hims.  No, that is no typo.  There are a two on my mind.  I'm confused and a bit sad and a little angry too.   Patience.... that's what I keep telling myself.  Keep calm....  Something will work out, in some way, at some point. 

The cat keeps coming to me for love and extends his claws into my legs if I wait too long to drop my hand down to him.  Stupid cat.  I have entirely too many items of clothing with holes from other people's pets.  I remember when I had creatures living with me.  Some stayed longer than others but I loved them all just the same.  I guess that was my old life.  Someday maybe I'll have a dog again.  Maybe.  First I need an outside.  Oh yeah, and a motorcycle. 

Summer is close and I'm excited about that though I have no adventures planned other than jumping out of an airplane.  I want to drink sangria and eat tacos outside.  I want to sit by the water and drink margaritas in the afternoon.  I want to watch the stars come out on the deck with a beer in my hand.  My legs could use some sun.  Their milky whiteness is nearly blinding this time of year.  Maybe I'll figure out what I want to be until I grow up.  Or not.  To all of it.  Who knows.

I have just over an hour before the light is gone.  Though the light on the outside of the building may be enough to see by, I'm starting to feel the absence of the sun already.  All I have with me is the hand-me-down sundress I'm wearing and the four others I bought today.  I needed to feel pretty and the thrift store was winning today.

...Just a little yard.  Something.  Anything.  Oh yeah, and someone to share it with.

It's getting chilly.  I wish I had a bonfire.  or the beach.  or  a hot toddy.  Though I suppose a pair of pants and a hoodie would work all right as well.  Going "home" is also an option but less appealing than sitting here with goose bumps and the orange cat.  I do wonder about the violin case to my right.  I want to open it and see the gem inside though I can almost guarantee that the case is empty.  That's usually how things go with me.

The city has smelled deliciously like food truck for the past 2 days.  This place smells like beef gravy.  The dried stuff in the little red package.  It smells kinda good, like the food truck smell, even to someone who doesn't eat red meat anymore.  My sister promised me vegan cupcakes for breakfast.  I wonder what happened to that idea?

The cat has gone back inside.  I guess when you have this balcony everyday, staying out on it until the last slightly uncomfortable second of the night doesn't make much sense.  What does make sense to a cat anyway?  Food.  Yes, and I'm getting hungry too.  7:13... still plenty of light left.


New York, Maryland, Nashville, Boston, London, Ireland, Florida, California, Colorado, Greece, Mexico.... yet other than people, I have no fond feelings or memories of Pennsylvania.  At least none that I can think of right now.  I've lived here so long I should be able to think of.... ah ha!  I found it.  The roof, Oxford Ave.  It always smelled like carnival up there.... funnel cake to be exact.  


:)

 
 


My stomach's growling.  It's too cold now to stay out here anyway without the sounds and smells of the boardwalk amusement park.