Is my "I love you" face
Happy new year! 2013!
Is my calm serenity.
Silence
This is a language, not meant for words
Feel my movement, understand
Without knowing
Your confirmation is my breathing
My dance was made for consuming
the thing I have noticed about parents is...
that they are alone and hurt and broken and scared
just as much as their children are.
Life doesn't just magically happen, and its NEVER particularly easy
so as christmas winds down into the night
and I think about giving.
I wonder what exactly would I give my parents if I could give them anything
so here it is:
DAD:
I'd give dad a partner. a perfect partner that understood his every move
and loved him unconditionally.
It took me a long time to realize how much my dad loved me, because it took me a long time to understand how he showed his love.
He is a strange bird, my dad. and he needs a strange bird to suite him.
I don't want him to grow old alone.
but he can't be with just anyone.
He needs someone patient, and very understanding.
Someone eccentric but grounded
someone who will love him even when the gnarly parts of his gemini comes out
someone who will give him comfort and stability, a concept that is foreign to him in relationships
preferably this lady would be blonde, and spontaneous, gotta keep him on his toes.
but not so out there that it drives him crazy, well too crazy ;)
that is what I would give my dad.
and then I'd get him a black thunderbird with white walls.
ahhh yea
MOM:
I'd create a world for mom. her perfect world. A perfect house, with nice cars.
a stocked fridge, and a large yard.
a husband for show, and some kids. Two. One boy, one girl. both with brown hair, and brown eyes.
I can picture the whole thing. I'd give her a $$ card, to go shopping with everyday. And her husband would make lots of money so there would be no way for her to max the cards. She wouldn't have to work, so she wouldn't be tempted to steal. She'd have everything she wants and needs.
I would give it to her if I could. She'd have to be watched. and only given limited access to the real world outside of hers. But I think she'd be just fine. in her own world.
Maybe if I am ever famous or in money. I can do these things for my parents.
But until then I will give them what $$ can't buy.
Love
Just a random thought before bed. I remember when I first reconnected with my siblings, I was 16. I felt like the ugly duckling of the family. My oldest brother was a 22 year old playa, handsome. My second brother was modeling at the time. Tall, tan, etc. And my little brother was just entering highschool, as a little jock. And here I was this dirty, little angsty goth girl. Awkward as hell. And confused with my own sexuality. U name it. I wonder how much of our genetics determines our physical appearance. I know I'm still a bit awkward and odd looking, but I'm 100% more ok with it than I was a few years ago. Did my older brothers go thru the same thing? One thing I really missed out on is growing up with my brothers. We seem so distant. But I think about them all the time. And I'm am aunt now. By blood. Weird thoughts. Time for sleep.
If my heart was one
You'd be the only one who could....
Take it apart AND put it back together correctly
2nd blog for the day.
I can't remember who said it to me. But it was said summer 2010. When I was at a very low spot in my life, after moving twice and being fired 3 times. We all know that story so I will no tell it. I remember I was confiding in someone, whom I can not remember now, all I remember is the amount of respect I had for this individual. I was telling him how bizarre my life had been. How I went from feeling like the ugly duckling of the "family" (my brothers and mother being so pretty) to suddenly modeling and being told I was beautiful on a daily basis. And how awesome and new that was. But I felt the need to be made up, lots of make up, fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails. I sat with this man (who i feel was a lot older than me) telling him I didn't feel pretty anymore. My hair was short again, my acne was terrible, I never did my make up, and my nails where short and chipped. That is when he said "Charley, That is NOT what makes you beautiful. Your beauty comes from somewhere else."
All I remember is being stunned. shocked. offended. I felt at the time he was telling me that the make-up wasn't beautiful, or that I did not have outter beauty just inner. etc. etc. But about a month later, it set in. I knew what he meant, I can feel what he meant. I started to wear less and less makeup on the regular, I grew my hair out