Looking at Life Through Drama Colored Glasses

I've helped many a mole hill achieve its dream of becoming a mountain. I can't help myself; it's who I am. I see a little mound of potential and throw heaps of dirt long after it begs, "Stop! I'm all I can be!"

Well, here's another one that will finish on another day. I like the title and the idea, but the soul suck paying the rent is killing my thinking. Note to self: learn to leave work at work.

Groundless Fears : Flying

I can't help but notice the farther away from Earth I get the more particular I get about how I return to it.

Manana.

Heart Like an Anvil

I wear my heart like a target same as  everyone else. I shave parts of me into crop circles just like everyone else (or like anyone willing to date interstellar, and I'm so open to off planet dating). I feign interest in car parts just like everyone else and I find only hammers. Clumsy hammers.

I'm not asking for a castle and private bathroom; I'm looking for someone who can hammer a nail without hitting their thumb. Make that what you want but I was going for nonsexual metaphor meaning someone who knows what they want. I'm looking for someone who isn't looking to hit what won't hit them back--like an anvil.  Again, I mean that metaphorically. For the record, love isn't an anvil it's quicksand that will suck in if you even poke at it with a toe.

Where is this all going? I have no idea.

Dancing with Myself

Front step back step side step tap.  Front step back step side step tap. I put my right lobe in I put my right lobe out I put my right lobe in and I shake out a sixty hour work week that should have put this first.