It's almost 2am
This has been the longest day!
and the longest week!!
draining
Been doing too much
yet
still so much to be done
. . .
For one,
I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY HEALTHY LIVING!!!!!!!
I don't know what's going on with me and my weight gain
Even though I work full time
My brain somehow got the idea that it's on summer vay-cay
and has been convincing me to chill out with all that healthy living nonsense
'go ahead and get that pralines 'n cream from Baskin Robins'
'one chocolate chip cookie from Subway won't hurt'
'chinese food would be great for lunch'
'pizza late at night will really hit the spot'
'you deserve a cupcake'
Sigh
. . .
And now my poor body has to pay
Gotta snap out of this before it gets out of control
Anyway,
Just because it's late
It's Friday
I'm exhausted
and
Feel like rambling
. . .
A completely unrelated topic:
I've fallen in love again
With a man I've known for some time
Although I had heard of him
We didn't officially meet till a little over a year ago
I liked him a lot
but I guess life got in the way and I forgot about him for a while
Every now and then I would think about him
but lately
I haven't been able to get enough of him.
His name is Pablo Neruda
and he was the most awe-inspiring poet to have graced this planet.
His art stirs my soul
and elevates my heart
He is
My Sweetest Escape
Lately
I've been reading one of his poems, 'Don't Go Far Off"
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
Call me a huge weirdo
but I can't stop reading this poem
Over and over again
It's just so pure and deep
Love.Love.Love


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