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Rarely do I post twice on one day but today feels different.
Ready or not....below is part two of part one.
Only thing is, neither you nor I knew that one writing would lead to another...isn't that just the way the world goes sometimes? I can't put my finger on it, but somehow I felt that what is stirring in my heart relates to the Egg post. I knew when I woke up this morning on the couch that I just might have a more productive day if I can put my words in print. I know..you might be thinking crazy talk but it works for me.

Last Night

There is is -
Do you hear it?

There it is -
Do you see it?

Don't burden yourself with wondering what 'it' is. Keep reading instead, if you have the time.

The end of another day has come. I don't know what day it is other than a day off from work. I watched a movie while painting my toe nails. It's quite a process for me. I yet have figured out how to configure my legs, feet and hands to get my toenails close enough to paint them rather than my toes! I think I spend most of the time with Q-tips smothered in nail polish remover getting rid of the polish that I somehow applied to my toes.

Which explains why I only do this process once a month or go to visit my local manicurist and allow her the pleasure.

Are you with me on that one?

The movie ended. I looked out the living room window and decided it was late enough to head to bed. After all, the sun had gone down. I turned off the TV grabbed my coffee cup and as I walked it into the kitchen, swallowed down the last drop, which by that time, was rather cold.

I rinsed out the few dishes that were in the sink, calling it good and made my way to my bedroom. I didn't turn the light on. The moon gave me enough light to find my way to the window. That is my favorite night place to be. That is when and where the stars and I have a one sided night time conversation. I heard a train passing along the tracks not far down the road. I opened the window to hear what other night sounds were waiting for me. It could of been neighbors chatting or dogs barking but all I could hear were vehicles making their way along the highway a mile from the place I call home.

That wasn't enough for me so I took a gander at the sky, hoping to see a star or two dance for me. I felt empty as I looked out the window, unable to find one star. I wondered where they were. I missed them last night. I pondered sending a good night message to the stars via the clouds that hid them from my view but was uncertain if they would deliver the message much like one of my sons who can even write down a phone message and yet still, not deliver it. hmmm seems those pieces of paper float away or is it they disintegrate...I suppose his excuse would have something to do with the latest movie he watched...once I think he mentioned Iron Man in his excuse...silly boy

I felt lonely. Sometimes I just do for no particular reason at all.

I left the window open and crawled in my bed. The covers gave me no comfort.
I pulled back the covers, made my way to find my note pad and pen and began to write. Writing for me, is the one thing that fills my needs in a way that nothing else can. It helps me put my emotions into words, kinda sorta sort through things and rid myself of what I might be wrestling with.

Is that something you can relate to?

I did some writing, saw the time on the clock and figured it was time to lay my head down, close my eyes and hope rest would find me.

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It is morning now. Turns out the stars that I waited for last night showed up AFTER I gave up standing at the window. Do you suppose the clouds were keeping them from me on purpose? Maybe they kept the cloud covering over the stars so I would give them equal time in appreciation. Tis true, I adore star gazing.

At this moment, I am on the couch, which is where I ended up sleeping after being unable to find rest last night. The sun is up. The birds are making ready for a new summer's day. It's 5:57 a.m., my coffee cup is once again filled with hot coffee. The curtains are opened but the tall trees are blocking my view of the sky which I am certain is dotted with clouds this morning. I had decided last night that today I would do some cloud watching. However, as I have discovered the trees are blocking my view, I wonder if they too are making a statement, wanting equal time in my day.

...and so it is, I wonder if I will ever be capable of making anyone or anything happy

why is it that I place myself at the bottom of the 'make happy' list

will I wrestle with myself all my life