Words.
What are words?
Falling all around me tonight, off my friend's blogs. Like rays of dancing sunshine on water, water rippling in a little breeze. You could float on them. So pretty, dancing. Would that I could write like they do. But I was made for something else. I think. Or at least words do not always have a habit of forming underneath my fingers. It's usually small pictures, clips, fragments of a sentence, a small thought that vanishes before I even know that it was there, and the next moment, the memory fades too. Mostly quick thoughts. Sometimes, when I am working by myself, singing to myself (I would say quietly, but most would object), I take a napkin and try to catch the fragments together. It doesn't add up in the end.
At work, I've been singing a lot. I've been happy. When I am happy, I have to make joyful noises. Those noises are notes. Mostly of praise to the One who made us all. Who created me. Today, two people liked my noises. That made me even more joyful. I love to make people happy. Would that I spent all my time doing just that. But alas, I am a selfish person, not realizing that I'm happier when I'm helping.
My room is a tumbled heap right now. My sheets still not replaced from when I washed them last week. I have no love for the act of cleaning right now. Or hadn't, till this morning. I cleaned the floor. But there are all sorts of things from my old car still, my papers are scattered all over the bed and floor, clothes thrown over the end of the bed so long ago, I don't remember if they are dirty or clean. So I wash them again.
My hair is making a mess of things. Shedding all over. I would cut it, but I would never forgive myself. And Ryan wouldn't either. I love my hair the way it is. Only it makes a mess...
What do you know, I can copy the writing of others. That is probably my favourite thing to do, copy things about other people, and sometimes animals, that fascinate me.
28. My lovely date the other day
29. Words
30. Music
31. Happiness
32. Graffiti
33. Pictures
34. Peace
35. A car
36. A car that works good
37. A car that is blue
38. Accapella
39. My secret sister
