NeonStarling

The Paper When my grandfather reads the paper he does something strange. He reads the headlines, then the college sports, then the politics of the small town he lives in. After this he sets the paper down and closes his eyes. After a few seconds they open, and he takes a deep breath.  Then he reads on. The National politics then pop culture. Then he turns the page and his eyes flick down to the bottom of the paper. He reads, face blank. When he finishes, he either smiles, or does nothing.  Sometimes he’ll call out to my grandmother with a name. She always says, “Oh that’s too bad,” and that’s that. It took me ye

This is a concept I’ve been toying with for the past few days.  Defining a relationship’s quality and focus by colors that represent ideas, actions, moods, and feelings.  The colors are as follows: Blue: Trust, faithfulness, Longevity, Cooperation, Green: Compatibility, Fresh, Outside, Laughter, Curiosity, Red: Passion, Lust, High-energy, Short term, Jealousy, PDA, Yellow: Honesty, Integrity, Openness, White: Cleanliness, Chastity, faithfulness, Gray: Cloudy, Low-energy, PDA, Clingy, Black: Fear, Guilt, Jealousy, Faithlessness, Greed, And of course there are myriad combinations of these. For example, if one desires a Purple-Gr

10 minutes left. Then I can see them. Breathe. Relax. 9. Breathe. 8. 7. 6. In, out, in, out. 5. Holy crap; freaking out. 4. Stop bouncing your leg. 3. 2. Hang on. Wait. Steady now. 1. OH Come on! Ding! Yes! Oh you smell so good! I hate this part. Having to wait for you to cool. Has it been long enough? Sure! Ah! HaHot! Plah! Ow my tounge.. Stupid cookie.

Set. Horns up. 8 and 8's. Practice today. 4 to 5 jazz run. First movement memorized. Push ups if you're late. Section leaders. Ready, front. Left hace. Home.

Heat. Outside. Bubble juice. Grape lollipops. No school for three months. Sun and sand at the beach. I want him to come. Bright love; short lived. Warm evenings. Swimsuits. Free.

You don't know it yet, but you're in love with me. Call me brash, call me bold, but I'm right you know. Give it five, ten years and you'll see that it's true. Let me paint a picture: A house on a hill, with a deep beard of ivy, Lawn in the front, a garden and koi pond out back, Hundreds of flowers, white, pink, and yellow, Apple trees, with faint smelling blossoms in the spring, Snow in the winter and sun in the fall, Sweet summer rains, oh it'll be perfect! You don't believe me? Give it time and you'll see.