This "found poetry" should probably just be called "emo poetry" at this point. The more mundane my writings get in that book I'm destroying, the harder it is to make anything sensical. That's the challenge, I guess. This Laughing Thrush is one of the aloof birds we saw at the Blodel Conservatory this past summer.
So I've been doing not much other than cheap journal pages. This autumn has been the opposite of last autumn. I knew it was too good to be true last year. This year, it's been raining every single day. And not cloudy yet bright rainy days, these are dark-ass, night has fully fallen at 3:30pm days. 3:30pm! I'm not kidding!
My absolute dream life would be getting independantly wealthy (*snort*) and then living in a detatched anything with windows on all sides so that I can soak up as much daylight as possible because I NEEEDS IT. It's surprisingly sunny today so after my morning chores I might stream a bit, but time is moving faster than I am so I don't know. I'm in the planning stages of a rainy painting and have the place to myself today so this needs to become a thing. Okay. Let's go, me. Get up.
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?