Remember this?

Tell me if you remember those "Cassette-Read-A-Long-Books" (that go "TING" when it’s time to turn the page). Obviously it’s the Aesop’s fable and I’m pretty sure it’s called "The North Wind and the Sun" (don't ask me how I remembered). Another one I remember is called "The Ant and the Grasshopper". It’s quite brutal for a kid’s story. Anyway, you know this one. During the summer this grasshopper is running around playing games while all the ants are working getting food stored for winter. The grasshopper tells one of the ants to enjoy the sun and stop working so hard because there is plenty of food around. The ant said they needed to store food for winter because there wouldn’t be any around then. So, winter comes and the grasshopper is lying on his back about to die from hunger when he looks over and sees the ants eating all the food they stored for winter and does die.

MORAL: Preparation.
Aesop’s Fables all involve animals and nature etc. and it’s quite strange that these very short, seemingly children’s stories written over 200 years ago are still very relevant today to children and adults alike and are even studied by English Literature students world wide at Universities today.

Teresa.

Lover of Mine

Funny, I washed the windows today and once again I found myself still avoiding a patch of nose prints left behind by a spirit named Chewy.

I am a dreamer and it's my dreams you have. As you move on, remember me. I’ve felt you inside me, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping, smelled your breath as you exhaled, listened to your heart. I don't wanna end up alone, nobody does. I'd spend a lifetime with you. You know my fears and what really makes me laugh and because of that, I'll always love you. I still hold your hand in mine when I'm sleeping. I will bear my soul in time. Goodbye my lover, my friend, my Darling. You have been the only one for me.

Teresa

Sitting in Silence

Here in the center of this silence, I fall apart. In my panic to hold it together, I leap from the edge of the precipice into the soundlessness and fall down howling in a stinging awareness of the endings of things. An eye of sorrow in the midst of all that hurricane of joy. There, in the center of this silence is not eternity but the death of time and loneliness so profound the word itself has no meaning. Loneliness assumes the absence of other people. I will cry then. One tear for each of the deaths of the little things...castaway shoes of children, a broken flower, prom photographs of people who have long died and that I never knew. A fly swatter, baby animals in the wild left orphaned and hungry children. Wedding rings in pawnshop windows, tiny bodies of Cornish hens sitting in a bed of seasoned rice, a scoop of ice-cream on the sidewalk at the feet of a child holding an empty cone. A dead Sparrow on your lawn, paper dolls with their heads ripped off, touching other peoples memories at a garage sale and not being able to hold Grandma's hand anymore.

Teresa.

What's happening to me?

I’ve been so lazy these past few weeks, my paper recycling is turning from a mole hill into a mountain. It used to be stacked neatly in file format against the counter touching the dishwasher. Now it looks like a mass of New Orleans. I’ve been so ill, I can’t seem to be consistant with eating. I’m way under 120 lbs. I’m wasting away and I am even now getting concerned.

Who are you?

I have Techniocolored visions that always include a presence, you, who, quite like the dreamer share delight in this dream. The way you leave me without the ability to walk is mind boggling. Your hands have never touched my soft flesh nor your lips caress mine. I haven't felt your body pressed against my breasts as you breathe in my ear in rhythmic dizziness, lying under you in a position of surrender, feeling my own abiding strength and limitless power as the pleasure builds in my belly and through my thighs. I can keep a fantasy for myself however every time I see you, my mind pulls upon it and it’s not something that I can control. My knees tingle and I give in to hot flashes. I have to walk away from my conscience or else I will faint. Particles of strength gather in me like steel shavings drawn to a spacious magnetic center, forming a tight cluster that nothing, it seems can break as I calm myself. You are intoxicating.