She is ragin

She is ragin

And the storm blows up in her eyes


I have no words, I have too many words. I have hopes, a wondering heartbeat. I have callouses on my hands from kettlebells. I have purple circles under my eyes and a fridge full of carefully packed meals. I have an amorphous list of things to do and a discrete number of hours to bill.  I have legs that want to stretch out and run.  I have a mind that wants to take a nap and read all the books.  I long for sunshine and fresh air that shocks your eyes.  I want to take this computer and throw it out the window.  I want all the things and there is never an end to all the wanting.



Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at

%d bloggers like this: