leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- butterfly kisses from daisies and my love I am: Oh, I don't know. Endlessly pleased lately. Happy with cloudy skies, happy that my new incense is nice, happy that my kitchen is clean and alternately happy when there are dishes to wash (a favorite chore of mine), happy that others offer pictures and descriptions of waterfalls when I don't have one of my own, grateful for friends, in love with life. And I wonder why we can't bottle this. And no...they don't already. Chilled raspberry vodka or sweet red wine are nice, but no substitute. And I want to dance barefoot under the stars and firmly kiss each of you on the forehead and tickle your cheeks with a daisy's petals. And I will stop this gushing immediately before the fates hear me singing and decide to shake my water-globe life. Or before you detest me and think me that silly happy girl. 2:26 p.m. - August 22, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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