our nerves are picking up velocity, butterflies dancing shutterbug deep in the belly while we try our very best to live in the now. to focus on the blogette. the moment we avert our eyes, let the mind wander for a moment to see what consciousness plucks down, there’s this.
we’ve taken early to the blogette this evening, in quick and desperate reprieve from, well, the rest of life. the life of the gainfully employed has been a fun yet rude awakening. we haven’t had a moment to breathe, let alone blogette. we’ve been sick. we haven’t worked out, nor seen our favorites. our outfits aren’t even good enough for what i wore.
and then there’s this.
it doesn’t take much to ruffle bras and ranties’ (peacock printed) feathers. we rather enjoy to unexpected way life unfurls, its punches and prizes coming always just a bit faster than the pace we move ourselves. despite our protests to the counterpoint, we love us some dramatics. but then there’s this.
and while this day doesn’t look unlike any other, the butterflies sing otherwise. something’s about to go down. our earth is about to move. we haven’t a clue which way it’s coming from. if it’s good or evil. but it’s coming quick. and it’s coming straight for us.