late night ramblings

Dreary, fog-wet mornings cause me to contemplate elsewhere-- where such happenings are the norm.  Seems peculiar, this strange weather.  Unheard of, uncharted, undecided.  Curiouser and curiouser and the rabbit hole winds down deep; mayas on the hips of some confused Goddess of indiscreet deeds.  Hours traipse past, unnoticed in their swinging glass... wonder where I'll land?, in this topsy-turvy mess I've made... triangulated in the northwestern-regions of my mind's eye, my heart's ache and my body's pulse.  Just wanting to say goodnight: a darkness whisper, a barely-breath, a soul caress.  Instead a muddled mess. Clacking of keys in the earliest hours of tomorrow, instead.

avoidance

I've avoided blogging like the plague.  I've even contemplated stoically carrying posies about- but maybe more so because they're just so morbidly lovely and remind me of corsetry (which is an entirely different blog entry that really should be written sooner than later).  That juxtaposition appeals to me... the heady, intoxicating fragrance of effulgently blossomed flowers united solely and specifically to mask the signs of rank decay.

I simply can't stare at a blank screen any longer.  So though this short, and to many, pointless blog speckle - served a purpose:  it's a *something* to replace the nothing that has been spewed about this page for far too long.  I needed a change of scenery.  Maybe that's why I painted my walls and bought myself flowers.