Same Old Simply Dimpled Thoughts

How is it that each day, I wake up to the same old routines but somewhere in me I am ready for a game of hide-n-seek? I believe that something more must exist or else I should just give up the daily struggle to simply get through life. Somehow, I believe that a dimple-less girl like me can have a two inverted signs of a smile resting in joy upon my cheeks.
The same old routine and the same old simple thoughts begin and start each day. Will I find the other side of the rainbow or will I just drive by shady motels with electric rainbows and heart shaped beds? Is there some sort of romance in life that is reaching me? Will I ever laugh so hard that I get some sort of brain dysfunction? Can someone truly spend time getting to know me and still stick around for another round of Speed? And, I am talking cards. Will I always find myself in love with work or a readable idea because a part of me is too inept to join the massive herded human adventure? Ho-hum. I just wander. And, such wondering comes from eternally falling upon daily reminders that life is a hall of mirrors. Everything seems bigger than it is and far to familiar to look at my full reflection. Still, I am intrigued to look beyond the glass and hope that inadvertently I am floating upon a daily adventure through deep but mostly shallow waters in life. I think that I am getting dimples.

Rainy Grey

Something peacefully awaits within a rainy day. A warm cup of coffee to awake the restless Joe. A subtle intriguing conversation. A small child awaiting her time to play with sun as it attempts to peak over the counter of her world. A raincoat dusted off the coat hook ready to serve some sort of sheltered purpose. A couple taking time to complete thier studies in silence. A silly lady remembering that dinner conversations are best kept amongst friends. A bitter stranger handed something sweet. Nervous anticipation toward the next fumble through Grad-school as Spring takes a momentary vacation behind the grey clouds.

Circular Wandering Does Nothing But Lead to Starts

Okay, so I have no clue what to write at this one moment. All that I know is that ten moments ago, I had something but lost it. And I am confident that right after I log-off, I will have something to say. Here I sit hunched infront of the dim screen on a sunny day waiting for all those past and future thoughts to turn into a now.
Perhaps, this is one of those days that is meant for old fashioned pen and paper. I feel like sitting in a sunny park on this somewhat chilly, but did I mention sunny day. There in the greening park I would cuddle up to a bench for lots of random writing. I could watch moms and nannies with kids in thier cozy covered strollers roll by as they talk to thier friends on cell phones with three scrunched juice boxes of various bright colors atop their well organized dash for cheerious, mom's latest organic craze snack, and a box of boring wipes for the past ten times a spill happened which left the little juice stain on kiddy's new plaid butterfly jumper. But, here I sit in the art gallery waiting for a thought that might point to my future or tell me what to do today. Maybe I should just hear what the pastor said about Lot and his homies, "Don't look back". Hmmm... But that would mean for me to get up here and go explore outside without recording my weakly immortalzed thoughts that never seemed to happen as I hoped.
I am off and I don't know where I am going but it's time to start something.