Free

The sky holds my inspiration. When there is blue, ideas flow and everything dries up in the gray. My writing is quite often about the sky. They are repetitive lines that describe what I see and they usually are about the fact that I can see. As a child the night sky fascinated me and made me dream big. Later in life, I remember naming shapes in white clouds and thought of who put them there. More recently, colours of the sky throughout the day fascinate and make me feel the need to write.

Changing rooms

I decided to make it to the stores. I had to buy a sweater and there was just no way out of it. The store I entered stretched out in front of me and the impact of the task ahead hit me in full force. I could already feel myself giving up slowly. Sweater I thought. Wool. Let's find wool. I wished the store would just make things simple for me and put all the wool in one single corner and let me just dive in for a moderately non-flashy weave of something that would last at least that winter. Of course, it is a private brand of hell where I find myself and there are sweaters classified by some mysterious formula, that suits most of the other shoppers around me of which I can make no sense. I find something that looks decent and is not priced the moon and a few stars.

I head to the changing rooms that makes the store look like a playground for kids.

Colours

A streak of orange and purple stretched across the portion of the sky that I could see from beside the massive ugly building in front of my window. The fact that I woke up early enough to see it, was as good as the vision before me. A squeal of delight and silent thanks to ice and dust high up in the air that spread the sunlight out. As the day went on, the orange and purple gave way to pink and light blue - gently fading into each other while remaining distinct.

Failing projects

Like so many before
You have failed this one too
It wasn't as though,
It was too tough to do
At first you were riding the wave
And then trying to get thru'
But in the end, on the way
Life took over you

Recipe for hot drink

Crush a little ginger
(It is a spice, if you didn't know)
(It is also a root)
(Wikipedia says so)
And gently drop it in a cup
Boil water, make it piping hot
And dribble some honey
Right into the water pot
Drink it, take a big swig
Take deep breaths
Look out the window
Let your face portray depth

Pictures of her

And with that, the ties that bound her to being a picture of what the world wanted her to be were gone. She turned around and faced the rest of the crowd with her real face, her game face, the one that said that she owned everything that was in her mind, even the silly thoughts, even the ones that were ill formed, the ones that were not formed, the ones that she was ashamed of. They were hers. And she would stand up for them, because they were hers.

Not a question about my blog though

If in some dark corners of the internet, there is a blog that screams at the TOP OF ITS VOICE and no one hears it, is it still filled with witty, funny, happy, silly expressions of the person who writes it?

Dialogues

She: (cracks knuckles, rubs palms together) Lets get this done today.

The world, the universe, everyone every where: Hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha hahaha

Award acceptance speeches

"Who could have predicted that the silly album that I put together with my friend in my garage, with nothing but a cheap recording device and camera, would become the world's greatest hit ever? I am glad I actually used my time to do something productive. I will remember this and remain humble and hardworking all my life."

And that's  how she spent her morning. She put off working on her silly album with her friend, planning her award acceptance speeches that she would receive for it.

Definitions 2

Procrastination: The job description of that part of  your brain that will find everything on the internet extremely interesting at all times, except when you have no important work to do.