moving shadows in the shape of what you want to see,
painted fingers and the aromatic jean nate,
and when they’re spinning you can see them do the strangest things,
building bridges from the slivers of another’s dream…
Monday mornings are the bane of my existence. Heh. I say that about a large number of things, actually, out of frustration–like when I’m working on the car or some such, “This wire/bolt/hose is the bane of my existence.” I should really find new expressions to convey my aggravation.
There are more things this morning than I know what to do with.
I hope your Monday hurries past. :)
Thank you, Emily :o) Hope yours is going well too–I’m glad your mom is in control of the stereo at least… haha
Yes! Thank God for a mom with good taste in music (I’m sure I’ve no influence on her choices, either…)
Oh man. Now it’s Tuesday. Have a super Tuesday… only two days until Thursday. :)