Holiday Wishes

So the official Christmas holiday has passed by and I got nice gifts. But I'm saving all my wishes for the New Year. No more failed resolutions that only depress me. Instead a prayer to the stars full of my hopes and dream.
I wish for someone to kiss when the ball drops.
I wish for someone who will tie a scarf round my neck and kiss my nose.
I wish for someone that, while staring into my eyes, will gently brush back my hair.
I'm sure he's out there, I just hope he thinks about me as much as I think about him.

Only Dolphins Know

I stand outside the front entrance, daring myself to go in but knowing I cannot. It's been too long, and yet it feels like no time has passed. Was it only yesterday that I broke his heart and fed him a stack of lies? Sarah turns to see if I am following her. "Candie, come on. I promise you that if I see him we'll duck into the bathroom or something. But I need you to be my reference." I sigh as I follow her in. I came to visit with my foster family because Sarah is graduating from high school. We are much closer than we were just a year and a half ago. It helps that she understands the situation and that I am not in the same house as her. I only arrived yesterday when I was ordered to do this one last thing. "As a graduation present," Mrs. J. said. "You at least owe her that much." And since it is aways better to acquiesse to the missus' wishes, I simply asked, "What time?" And so here I am; trying to help Sarah get a job at the aquarium.

a little hannah montana in all of us

Black Friday has resulted in a black week. I seem to have caught a cold while waiting for 2 hours in my pajamas. Today I woke up and immediately was rushed to the bathroom by that horrific tickle in the back of my throat. I can handle most any cold, but when those dry heaves come that leave me fearful of putting anything in my stomach I do declare the virus the victor. So here I sit, watching Hannah Montana episodes piled under 3 blankets knowing that I really have to pee but not wanting to move. (Hey, Simon is back!! He and Katie belong together, they always have.)
Having never had cable my exposure to Miley Cyrus has been relegated to tabloids and Saturday morning syndication (which, after having watched for at least 2 years, I still have only managed to see half of season 1). In a duh moment I thought to check YouTube and voila!, there she is. So, I had caught up on season 1 and now I am ready to begin a season 2 marathon (after I take that bathroom break and get some more tea). Why do I resonate so well with a 12 year old pop star? I have no idea except that I still have a desire to be a famous singer/actress hidden in my heart of hearts. But that's not it. My life is one big secret that I am struggling to hide. I don't even have that small inner circle to share with and my secret doesn't provide a million-dollar income. Maybe I like Miley so well b/c she always comes out on top. Something I don't believe I will ever do. She is the epitome of what I desire to be.
Amazing, isn't it? I desire to be like a teen pop sensation. Well, the pop sensation part might be enjoyable, but I am well past those teen years.

I am rambling in a sudafed-induced manner which means it is time for me to go. And my next set of videos are almost done loading. I hope I feel better soon. (Since you aren't here to wish me well then I must do it myself!!)

Insomnia

I can't sleep tonight
again
This charade grows old
lying in bed
with the lights out.
At night is when I'm finally free
to be who I am
During the day I force a smile
pretend interest
fake a willingness
to live, to exist.
You think everything is fine?
It's perfect
because you believe that lies
that have become me.
That's what I want
Isn't it?
At night I wonder
if there isn't something more
to this life I've created.
Can I step out of this role
without breaking your heart?
At night the last notes
of my masquerade fade away
and the silence surrounds me
comforts me.
Can you hear me?