He says; you are so dramatic sometimes. Is this bad? I think he likes it in a way. Mostly I am “PLAY-ing.” All the world is a stage! My stage. No, OUR stage! Come on stage with me! I promise you will have so much fun. Trust me. If there is any one you can trust it is me. This is a Promise to all my friends. Love you all so much it hurts so good.
If ever a day I was mindful, it is this day. Super Full. Full to the tippy tippy top (sigh, when am I not?). And then there is a cherry floating there too of course…..precariously floating. Mmmm, cherries are so good. Cherries are so good someone said Life was a bowl of Cherries. I totally get why they said that now, I mean, Life and Cherries are both so Fucking Fantastic.
Shit, I keep having all these thoughts, close to understanding something greater kind of thoughts, and then they slip away! Just when I think I am on to something! Maybe that’s why I keep dreaming about balloons. Always I am trying to grab them, but they keep slipping away from me and drifting back into the sky? Maybe one day (or should I say night), I will dream that I grab them and can walk with them. That’s all I want to do.
I really am on to something with realizing I am an instrument...
Did you know there is an instrument called a Celeste? Well really a Celesta. It is like a mini piano type thing and I want one BAD! BAD and STAT. Some dude used it in his symphony’s final movement titled “The Planets!” and there was one in that movie “An American in Paris Paris Paris
So anyway, back to the instrument thing, the plot thickens. There is actually a sound in music that is used, called “Voix Celeste,” which means heavenly voice, which I do NOT have. Dammit! Voix Celeste is a sound tuned slightly sharp of true pitch. I thought hmmm…maybe this is what is wrong with me. I mean, truly I am not quite "right" over here.
Not quite right over here…….
There’s that damn echo again! What the fuck is up with that?
