night

I wish

The night would wrap me up

So tightly

In a blanket of stars.

I would gaze at the moon

And smell the nighttime breeze

And hear the hooting of owls.

From beneath my comforter 

Of midnight blue velvet

And fairy dust,

Or scattered diamonds

I'd drift away

Into the cool stillness of the night.

But instead I am here, typing on my phone, attempting to be poetic. It's all right, I guess, but puting feelings into words is difficult.

It's 12:30 right now, but by the time any of you read this, it will be morning and my midnight musings fueled by lack of sleep will be long gone.

I hope to get a doll post up soon, but my brother decided to move all his stuff into the doll room while he paints. He didn't even bother to clean up first. He's just shoveling piles of junk into my workspace. 

It's making me feel cluttered and cramped.

I need to clean my room, organize, purge, maybe even paint furniture. Generally I'm ok with living in my own filth, but every once in a while the need to clean strikes.

I want simplicity, straight lines, light colors, big picture views on things. Things that can not be attained from just a room-cleaning. But it's a start. 

I almost got my desk all organized yesterday, and today I sanded all the icky orange varnishy stuff off my dresser to get it ready to paint.

What I really want is to go to a museum. They have wide open space and the simplicity and the quiet I need.

You guys it's raining.

It's been months.

It was only for a few minutes, but you have no idea how much I love that sound.

Gwen