Paper absorption

      Hmm. Absorbing myself into the scents of
ink and parchment. Holding onto memories of a
pen scratching upon the papyrus. Oh to feel
pages smoothly caress my fingertips.

      Hearing the rustling of slowly turned pages.
Noisy environment crowded with large amounts of
people.

      Soon the smoothness of just seeing people
softens my soul. The hardness of the journey from
room to car to destination. Slowly the beats are
becoming regular.

      Soon enough I realize to sit in this place isn't going
to erase the situation left at home. Just a temporary
pulling. The hope the leaving will bring peace.

      Off to my coffee shop. Ready to observe the
silliness of people. I hope that the mood pushes away
from my spirit. A calming that echoes within my
eyes. No more stormy. Now bright blues radiate.

      So dear friend no reason to be anything but quirky
me. So listen to my words and draw on the happiness
within my struggle.

      See, observe the right to push me, uplift in any
way you can. Flowers are kind. Pictures are better.
Smiles are the best. So draw me a smiley face
somewhere. Bring a loud laugh out of my paleness.

     Hold tight the memory you made ~ seeing your
redheaded, freckled faced, blue eyed friend laugh
from toes to eyes. Placing a wide, cheesy grin from
almond corner to the next.

     Hi. Waving a moment of supreme silliness.
Looking forward to seeing, hearing the surprise.