Windex vs Flies: Windex 3, Flies 0

Time for another blog entry. What to write about today?

I think it’s time to pause and reflect on things. Like a freeze-frame mirror.

I think of where I am, where I’ve been, and where I’m going. Is there someone special in my life about whom I’d like to shout from the rooftops? Why haven’t I been posting my more usual morose and lonely thoughts to my blog lately? Why haven’t I been writing much of anything on my blog lately? What does purple taste like? Why so many questions?

Look for me….

Today was a good day.

The shorter they are, the harder they punch.

I’ll write you this poem
As my way to show ‘em
The highest you hold little piece of my heart

A lilt and a beat
A jig with my feet
Do dance with me lightly and slightly apart

My life on a string
My smile does sing
A happier story remaining in sight

Forget about worry
Keep not in a hurry
Enjoying each moment I’m within your light

For pleasanter days
I exit this haze
And plot a course starward, escaping the night

Then spotting an end
Becoming a friend
The end and beginning are one in the same

Others may seem too good to be true. I shall strive to be too true to be good.

It is said that the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I could not find a similar axiom for women, so I offer the following:

While the quickest way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, the surest way to a woman’s heart is through her sternum.