simply the best

let's go to a dance

plenty of __ + __ in __

I found this poem in the New Yorker, which is probably one of the best gifts I've ever given myself. I think it's pretty amazing, food for thought.

The Imagined by Stephen Dunn

If the imagined woman makes the real woman
seem bare-boned, hardly existent, lacking in
gracefullness and intellect and pulchritude,
and if you come to realize the imagined woman
can only satisfy your imagination, whereas
the real woman with all her limitations
can often make you feel good, how, in spite
of knowing this, does the imagined woman
keep getting into your bedroom, and joining you
at dinner, why is it that you always bring her along
on vacations when the real woman is shopping,
or figuring the best way to the museum?

And if the real woman has an imagined man, as she must,someone
probably with her at this very moment, in fact
doing and saying everything she’s ever wanted,
would you want to know that he slips in
to her life every day from a secret doorway
she’s made for him, that he’s present even when
you’re eating your omelette at breakfast,
or do you prefer how she goes about the house
as she does, as if there were just the two of you?
Isn’t her silence, finally, loving? And yours
not entirely self-serving? Hasn’t the time come,
once again, not to talk about it?

i lost a unicorn

He Didn't Want A Love Song from just a number 05272011 on Vimeo.

all i do, is maybe dream of you

c'est la fin mon cher, mais vraiment c'est le debut .... hugs, xoxoxoxo

egregious daze

ive been gone for so long, i didn't even realize. happy new year ponies! new posts coming soon ... x

i can see me in your eyes

A D U M B R A T I O N means to foreshadow. To remember and forsee at the same time.