I don’t remember the exact time or even the exact day but I remember the event like it happened yesterday. The grass was crisp and beginning to turn into a healthy shade of green. The trees were beginning to fill out, the buds a mix of pinks and yellows. We had just moved into our new house and I was feeling rather lonely in a new neighborhood. With no sibling to keep me company things got dull pretty quick. As I explored my new yard, curious about every little rock and leaf I heard the rattling sound of my father’s car pull into the driveway. I could hear the creaking sound of the car door opening. The complete silence was soon broken by a shrill yapping sound. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, round the house and into the front yard. As I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes widened with excitement and joy. There she was, in my father’s arms, a little puff of a dog. All her wiggling about caused him to put her down. She bounded towards me, dragging a bright pink leash behind her. I quickly wrapped my arms around the fuzzy creature. Never before had I felt a puppy so soft nor had I met one so energetic. Her little pink tongue brushed against my cheek as I giggled with delight.
That night, I stayed up and watched her sleep. There she was, perfection curled up into a tiny ball. And there she was, my new best friend.
Best Friend. February 25, 2007
Sex. February 24, 2007
Some think it is the most grotesque act on the planet, others see it as the ultimate expression of love. Some abuse it, others can go without. I think it takes a great amount of willpower and self control to refrain from it. At the same time I think it takes a selfless and controlled person to have sex in its purest form, to make love.
As he rested his hand on her thigh she jumped from the almost electric touch. She looked into his eyes for answers to questions she didn’t even have. He kissed her gently and asked “what’s wrong?”. She shook her head. Nothing could be wrong because everything was perfect.
“That was great sex,” she said with a smile
“We didn’t have sex, we made love.”
She then knew, knew that this was the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
Mall. February 23, 2007
See the people, all shapes and sizes. How quick we are to judge one another.
Despite all the people, I can only keep my eyes focused on you. Because you’re the one that means everything to me. But yet, is that everything anything?
Tuesday. February 22, 2007
Yesterday I got my inspiration (rather motivation) to get this thing going. Walking around Lowell with your lover can really spark the creative flame. No wonder Kerouac called it his home.
I think I’ll start with an exercise my creative writing teacher has us do. List.
Life Alive
earth
health
dirt
hunger
love
warmth
energy
City
dirt
snow
church
faith
park
findings
simplicity
complexity
Surprisingly, I could go on and on. As much as a loathe Lowell, I am drawn to it. It’ll always have its hold on me. Now I would like to take a moment to quote someone I love dearly. “When you go camping you see where you came from. When you go to the city you see what you have become.” ~Nathaniel S. Moyer………….and how true is that? Dirt created us and we created dirt. In college I expect to find nature, but in the end I know I’ll return to the city. Perhaps that is what my novel shall be about. Until then my loves, a simple internet journal will suffice.
