Lioness

Lioness, originally uploaded by quennessa.

I love op_lattethunder's expression here. It's so evocative and makes you think...what *has* she done?

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My Uncle-in-law is doing better than we had feared. Turns out it's a bleeding ulcer. *sigh* But a bleeding ulcer in an old man is nothing to sneeze at. I just wish he wouldn't ignore something like that, because those don't develop over night. What else is he ignoring?

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Watched the debate until the Lakers came on. That was plenty.

I'm cold this morning, even though it's warm outside, since it's freezing inside. No consistent temp. I could just die of cold. I got enough sleep for a change and feel human today, aside from being too cold for words.

Moving along with 29gifts. It's...an interesting exercise. I'd talk more about it, but frankly, I don't want to jinx it. And I like the idea of anonymous giftage.

In other news, my birthday is now eight days away. It doesn't feel like it's that close at all.

Oh, and I've got a great mover lined up, but housing has not quite materialized yet. I have utter faith it will though. Just have to get there.

Silver Moon

Moon in a silver cup
Desert longing for rain
Dreams leaving empty
All pass away with
The sound of sirens
Echoing down the stone canyons
Glass reflecting sky
In trapped panes
Souls in steel cages
With no hope for that Moon

That Moon
I see her in my hope
Since dream is long gone
The heat of the concrete
Takes them and my heart
Hollow and a stone
Together they make no beat
No flesh
A bone of no strength
Brittle and tired

Tired
No matter the sleep
No sea to drown in
The world stays thin
Bare in the daylight
But not the honesty
Of true nudity
Just bare of feeling
Mechanical and rote
No room for that silver, silver Moon


copyright 2008 Angela N. Hunt