Tiggerlily

"Regardless," she'd say, "I would still try.." And she'd know how much it pains me to say it, how hard it is for me to deny it, how much she knows it is that we both want it.

And then she'd grit her teeth and try it again. Then I'd ask her "Do you trust yourself, Babydoll, can you test yourself?" 

"But my boy, he knows me better than myself, and he'd let me go even less with a girl much like yourself..." She'd sigh with a sound of surrender, "I'll try."

Un-spirational

[Please send me ideas/prompts. I suck at writing right now :/ saddens me. A lot.]

It's been awhile, I admit, I've been going in and out of this "inspired" phase. 

It's kicking my ass and that's no good!

To add to this downtime -

Ironically, I lost my train of thought from my last entry...

Y'know. That one in which I was obsessed with thoughts and their processes...

Major bummer.

Oh, and there is still a small amount of inspiration every now and then...

But every time I have that feeling, it gets crushed in some way; 

Like now. 

I am currently going through all my old sketch books, trying to scan old images to play with.

But nooooo.

My scanner is being selfish.

Help.

I hate technology sometimes - and Google searches!

It works now. I like technology again. Yay!

Ugh. My feet are cramping. 

My nail just broke, it's bothering me.

Unfinished

So, I was thinking … about thoughts. What people think. What I think. 

What do I think?

I know what I think. But others do not know; they cannot see the images I see, they cannot love the things I love…all the thoughts I think. All of ‘em.

...Oh the thoughts.

These are the thoughts that are being thrown around the room.

A discussion, a debate, a time to be honest - sharing secrets.

She sounds like she is about to cry - Is she about to cry?

Wish I could know.

What does it mean to you?

[...this is unfinished, but i don't have time right now - once I do, it will be a lot better - this is a "rough draft"]