She’s Thunderstorms.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms.

I’ve been feeling foolish,
You should try it.
She came and substituted
The peace and quiet
For acrobatic blood,
Flow concertina, cheating heartbeat, rapid fire.

Here is your host.
Sounds as if she’s pretty close
When the heat starts growing horns.
She’s thunderstorms.

She’s been loop-the-looping
Around my mind.
Her motorcycle boots give
Me this kind of acrobatic blood.
Cancer to her cheating heartbeat,
Rapid fire.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms.

In an unusual place,
When you’re feeling far away,
She does what the night does to the day.

She’s thunderstorms,
Lying on her front,
Up against the wall.
She’s thunderstorms…

 

QOTD: Everything, is my guess.

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“What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications.” – Nora Ephron

This makes me feel a little old.

My cousin, Cassidy, is graduating high school today!

1964798_10152719950052785_1609070838_naI remember when she was born; I was 8 years old. And I remember spending countless hours at my aunt & uncle’s house, playing with her, and babysitting her…I have to stop or I will start crying :). We have always been close–almost more like sisters–something I’m very grateful for.

Fotor0523101757Congratulations, Cass! I’m so proud of you! I love you so much!