Confession .348. You Don’t Even Know Me…

You don’t know a thing at all
You don’t know about the way I am when I am all alone
You don’t even know
Where I care, the way I’ve grown
You don’t know about the way I love so deeply to my bones
You don’t even know me…

I’ve been thinking a lot about situations I shouldn’t be thinking about lately, which is of course an awesome thing, right? -insert eyeroll here-

Confession .347. I’m Not Leaving Quiet, Babe…

Just set it all on fire and burn down this room
And strip my being to the wires
And I’ll learn to carry it through
But in any kind of way, I’ll make it clear for you
I’m not leaving quiet, babe
So burn down this room…

I’m more inspired for photos lately than I am for dance. And that’s saying something… usually I’m brimming with things I want to build or dance – but ever since my surgery it’s like… I don’t have the brain power, or the inspiration, or both. And I’m a little afraid it’ll never come back…

Confession .346. Pink – It’s Not Even A Question…

Pink – like a deco umbrella
It’s kink that you don’t ever tell her…

“WHAT IN TARNATION DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?!”

Confession .345. How Am I Gonna Be An Optimist About This?

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above…

If You close Your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

Confession .344. We Danced With Monsters Through The Night…

I’m never gonna look back
Woah, never gonna give it up
No, just don’t wake me now…

Her mother always said that she ran away and joined the circus, and in a way perhaps that’s what she’d done. In reality, though, she’d simply needed to find herself. And in doing so, not to sound too much like a repeat of Chicago, but she found…

Confession .343. But You Won’t Be Left Behind…

So I’ll tell You now, I don’t have a doubt
I’ll come home to You, no matter what we do
I will find a way, cause I’m not ready
To say goodbye at anytime…

The concept of Polyamory as a whole is way too much for me to talk about in one blog post, but there are a couple of musings I guess I want to mention.

Confession .342. You Cut My Brakes And Hit The Throttle…

I don’t know if this is real life, real life
What happens if I open my eyes, my eyes?
Will I ever get my head right, head right?
I don’t know if this is real life, real life…

This song is stuck in my head, like, every other day. But then again, for the last five months it’s been pretty relevant. Lol.

Confession .341. I’m So Powerful, I Don’t Need Batteries To Play…

I put my armor on, show you how strong how I am
I put my armor on, I’ll show you that I am…

Where has old Sia gone? The Sia that wrote empowering shit like this? No, I’m not going to spend this blog post talking about the dumpster fire that is the movie ‘Music’… but know I’m not happy with it. I’m just saving that for when I feel more ranty.

Confession .340. Maybe I’m Not Pretty, Maybe I’m Just Fun…

I’m not gunna ask for help
Cause all you’re gunna say is
“You’re perfect, and, oh, you’re so worth it”
But sometimes I hate myself
I get inside my head and
I think that I somehow deserve this…

I’m back. And if this is your first time here and you don’t know where I went, I had weight loss surgery, something I talked a lot in a post HERE.

Confession .339. Life Was A Willow And It Bent Right To Your Wind…

The more that You say, the less I know
Wherever you stray I follow
I’m begging for You to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That’s my Man…

They tell you that you won’t find what you’re looking for until you stop looking. And this was no more true for me than in the last four months or so. Learning about myself through learning about You, learning about working together instead of against each other. Learning about what love actually looks like.