12.25.05

maybe i write every word because it is just a hobby
something i never really stopped doing
my safe place when all went wrong- it was my written word i thought would stand as evidence to some sort of rhyme or reason to all the wrong
when nothing made sense, it was the faith i had that if i wrote about it now, it would serve me well in the future
and it has
in my opinion at least

well. that was a drawn out disclaimer.

listen closely to those times in life when i knock on your soul's door and introduce it to your heart. those times when i talk to the ear within your ear sreaming for the voice within your lips to speak up, sing out, chin up. when i call upon your your bravest days, the ones where you surprise yourself. bouncing back from challenge and defeat with such reverence, such respect, such serenity. such grace. listen closely to the songs we sing, the timber in our laughs, the scents beyond the cigarette smoke, the aroma changed because of the cigarette smoke. the lives you changed because of that timber in your laugh. that crazy way you get when you've had a little much to drink. to love. to swallow all in in one sitting. cause, didn't you know, my friend? you've changed my life many times over. and i love. i cheese. velveeta, no less. and i always melt for you. just your company.

that's how amazing you are. so i hope you listen hard in those moments, cause they really mean something to me. you inspire me. you shine in me.

this holiday. remember all that you are. it's where you're coming from. it is not where the journey ended. we got many more to come. so soak up the nostalgia. feel the twinkle. believe in the ho ho ho. cheers to the graveyard shifts and joy to the world. joy to your world. it's all you's got kid.

i love you!
celebrate. yourself.
and that's where i'll be. toasting right beside you. for you.

cheers.
ladiest of ladies---
lady basco