Where Love Goes
May 10, 2005
One Day...
I won't be thirsty
and the rewards of
superior wellness and health
will allow me to head down
the path that I am supposed to be on...
One Day...
I'll trip on fate
one silly day and
let all that has hurt me before
brush through me and
out of tomorrow's reach,
leading me to you...
One Day...
I'll extend out my arms
while my mother
helps me into a white dress,
the piano outside in the crowd
barely reaching my ears
while my heart
is resting with the one
my father picked out
from Heaven
One Day...
I'll roll up my sleeves
and clean the dishes
from a dinner well-enjoyed
that fed mouths I gave birth to
while smiling at the window
the sun bowing down
to the same stars I've dreamed under
since ever...
One Night...
I'll lay on a pillowcase
asking for God,
resting so safe under
a roof that is mine,
and thanking Him
for all of the days that
showed me where
love goes
...and what it means.
Bethany...small and quiet, smart enough to make anyone feel truly uncomfortable, and she is without toothpaste until tomorrow...She is without everything.
I can't dip down and take her out, take her away. She belongs to San Diego County until October 25, 2009. I can only send her books and letters. Believe me, I will. But I am in pain for her. I don't feel pain that much anymore...for her, though, it flourishes.
She went to law school. She is normal. She is in a cell. She's completely without resources. I can't have that. I can't have her without...
She deserves to do the time. She did a legitimate crime but I can't sleep knowing she's totally vulnerable as a target. She's so small...
She's my big sister. I can't protect her. I can just send her letters.
Now, more than ever, I want my words to be the strongest I could ever make them be.
All those times I wrote that well because I was listening to music the whooole time
Great music. 
Okay, I have to continue my Pajama Day.
Your fans, your TV, your phones, everything?
It sort of pulls you back for a few minutes. It's deafening. It's truly a treat.
SO there is supposed to be another ice storm on Monday night for us here in MD. Right now outside it is like pieces of crushed, jagged glass everywhere. It's almost poetic.
I am a freak when I walk Tubbs because I don't want him to hurt himself.
Tomorrow is Friiiday
I get off at noon on Fridays, which is awesome. I get to sit on the couch and watch TV and pretend to do laundry for a few hours. It's wonderful. This whole event of looking for a reasonably priced townhouse that isn't a trashed, foreclosed one in the Mid-Atlantic area (or anywhere I guess) is WAY more stressful than I had imagined. I was completely romanced by the flippy color panels at Home Depot and the curtain rods at Bed Bath & Beyond but now the whole mathematics of mortgages and the comparison of "fixer uppers" and "updated models" is about to send me spinning off into a whole other galaxy. Not to worry, the Granite Dream has not fled my determination. I'm leaning a lot on fate at this point. It hasn't failed me yet, anyway
Well...I guess that's it.
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