Sunday, September 26, 2010

ifs and buts galore

If only I could understand you, I would write a song.
If only you understood me, you would sing along.

But parallel roads don't cross, and opposite angles never meet.
A dove can't mate with a lion, nor a snake with a parakeet.

If only your actions didn't make me question everything I know.
If only after I talk to you I could just let go.

But instead I stare at a blackberry, and wonder why it doesn't flash red.
A watched pot never boils, thus my hunger can't be fed.

IF we added up every if, and multiplied it by all the buts, Forbes would knock at our door.
BUT ifs are worthless, and buts take a toll, on a life that's worth living, I won't wait anymore.

Friday, September 17, 2010

am I homesick?

WTF is homesick exactly?

In theory it's a psychological ailment where you miss home. You long for those things which were so comforting in the past. Nostalgia ....aaaa the warmth of home.

But why did you leave your home to begin with? Perhaps you were sick of it, maybe it was suffocating you. You had been there, done that, worn the t-shirt and moved on.....but on to what?

What exactly are you leaving from -moving to-looking for?

To do soul searching, you must have a soul.

Are you home-sick or soul-less?

You'll never really know what was missing from the start until you find one of the two.
Or both.

Chicken or the egg?

A chicken omlette perhaps,
none for me, thanks.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Betsey in a plastic bag

Same dress, yes, but dry-cleaned? How I wish it were still dirty.

A little ivory and powder blue coloured Betsey Johnson dress hung smugly in a closet for an entire year. The prettiest and most summery dress had a complex; Why hadn't it been worn?

Finally, a suitable soirée, a wedding on a Greek isle; the quintessential locale for such a dress. 

A little makeup on the bow, beads of sweat surely, and a few drops of alcohol accumulated from the night's festivities were like badges of honour for the dress. The fragrance of men's cologne intertwined with the dress' original YSL scent and blended together to create the sweet smell of summer. 

From car to yacht, white linnen covered chair to beach recliner the dress had been thoroughly worn. 

Alas, no dress can be worn indefinitely. And so it had to be taken off. Off with it came the fun. But the dress kept memories of the night's exploits hidden abreast its fabric for as long as it could. 

Blame the dry-cleaner for summer's end. 

Sunday, September 12, 2010

memoirs of a faded tan

If luggage had kilometers, mine would need an oil change:

Toronto- Las Vegas
Las-Vegas- Toronto
Paris-Saint Tropez
Saint Tropez- Cannes
Cannes-Monte Carlo
Monte Carlo- Lyon
Lyon- Paris
Paris- Athens

Athens- Syfnos
Syfnos- Paros
Paros- Athens

Kilometers logged, tans generated and faded, pictures uploaded, albums created. Giggles, kisses and dancing...the best things in life are free.  Cliché as it may sound, it's true.

Walk a mile in my flipflops, are you receptive enough to experience it? Or too cool to care? Maybe you've been there too, but were you really there? Either way; it doesn't matter, I live for me, for now, for love, for the hell of it.  Be silly, be spoiled, be adventurous, just be. be free...