Fireflies

Fireflies
06/04/2005

My brain does not work well enough for the mind fucks my thoughts so often play with me.

This week, I have been attempting to hold onto an idea, a phrase, or a word that would either lead to healing or clarity. Like the butts of fireflies my brain has flitted about with ½ seconds of light then plunged into deep darkness.

So what did I do with this besides try to ignore it for a few days? What any good American girl should do! I invited a few of my favorite female friends over, drank beer, and watched classic movies of the 1980’s. I feel a little better after spending the evening with the Breakfast Club and the cast of 16 Candles.

Now, if only I can get my problems solved in 1 1/2 hours AND get the guy of my desire by the close of tonight’s credits.

No wonder so many kids from the 80’s are so fucked up. :)

Now that my friends have returned to their homes and left me once again with my ever present contemplations, I find that what I am scared of is that like the firefly, my best may truly illuminate for only a second at a time and straight from my ass.

Peace,
zss


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