Posts and Poetry

I've been deliberating whether or not to post anything at all.

I've been feeling guilty because the 365 days since i started really posting here - they've come and gone and the project i gave all that energy to it melted and evaporated into this.

365 is however about the photographs - the documentation of days.

We found our favourite parts, we freeze framed the smiles and all the silliness.

I did my project. Zane tells me not to be upset about it. This is life. This is how it happened.

I've been waiting for something to drag me out of this.



Sometimes... at night when i'm sitting here doing nothing and nothing comes to me and all i can hear is the voice in my head that says 'I'm tired!' - i trawl my screen for something to snap me out of it.

Often times - i message whoever is unfortunate enough to be awake at the times where i'm most frustrated by my lack of - anything.

Other than my mothers club - the always open facebook chat on all things family related and a little bit extra... there are two people who always answer my textual shin kickings.

There's Dave and Sonny.

On nights where i am most restless, i demand they motivate me. Inspire me. Move me somehow.

They always fall short. Though mostly entertaining - the 'talks' we have fill in hours where i probably should be sleeping.

Dave, he distracts me with conversations that veer off topic and into confusion. Sonny he always says, I need sleep. Later maybe.

Haha, finally today - after yet another useless youtube link - we somehow led to this http://www.louderthanabombfilm.com/. I watched the trailer link he sent me, and told him i would download it for later, when the kids were asleep and while i was doing a scheduled clean up of my desk.

I watched it earlier. While i cleaned my desk. Listened to the words.

Remembered something about myself.

'They make words sound so important.' Sonny ends our conversation earlier this afternoon.

Words, ARE important. I respond without all the correct punctuation or emphasis. I realise my typing has become lazy.

Anyway I listened to the poetry.

Remembered one of the first ever Ted Talks Sonny ever sent me. Sarah Kay.

Remember the words i had read earlier in the week 'People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.'

And Yummii's contribution today Five thanks a day - reminding me to acknowledge.

So thank you, for the rare useful things you send me Sonny. Haha... i needed words today... and you delivered.

I used to love to write.

I used to think in prose.

Once upon a time...

I used to enjoy doing this.

Thank you for the reminder.