Imagination Station

Let’s step into our Imagination Station and play abit.

We have light bulbs in our stomachs. Throughout our bodies, near our hearts and on our knee caps. And we have a space in our brain that are switches. Off, on. Dim.
We can light up our insides when we choose to.

Our head hair strands are symbols of all the ones that love us in our life.
And if you’re bald, it just means that a crazy amount of people love you and your head just can’t handle it.

Each Rice Krispie is a seed that is much like the egg that impregnates and a bowl of Rice Krispee seeds is that of semen and when you eat a whole bowl, those seeds go into your dreams and that night you either birth Snap,Crackle or Pop.

See if you ever eat a bowl of that cereal the same again.

 

Don’t ever lose your imagination for it is a detrimental part to staying young.
That’s how I imagine it to be anyways.

Moving Time

With shreds and leather bags of purpose,

the air blunders into the future,

as if

that’s the only thing it knows.

Because that’s

the only thing it knows.

Time doesn’t stop when you think it does.

It doesn’t stop when you’re warbled into a moment of precious.

Even when you see a raccoon launch itself onto the road.

It doesn’t even stop when you’re dead.

That’s how superhero it is.

Time? Put me in your moving truck so that I can be superhero with you.

Connections Big and Small

Shadow of large long branch on beige wall.
Moving because that’s the moves of the century.
Moving because that’s the way to feel the world.

And conversation with parents voices. In my headphone ears.
One was in Canada. And the other in Brazil.
And there I sat in Thailand, on a wooden bench with bats winging around my head.

Special feelings are ones where only certain people or things can make happen.
They can be small.
Like shadows on walls.
Or big. Like family.

They can be big like culture.
Culture doesnt fit in my head. It comes bustin out of my ears and I write about it like I’m reliving it and all those feelings comes swimming over. Easily.

Small things that poke your mind and feels good. A connection. Within yourself. Like you’re the one laughing at your own joke. The joke you told inside your head.
Because her hands massaging my face, smelled like a bubble bath I had years ago. Because that smell rolled up a memory and a frame of time I hadn’t thought of in years.
And love gets to be both big and small.
Because small things can happen and you connect it with love. And big things happen that we attach love to, too.
Like proposing.
I’ve never been proposed marriage before.
But I’m married.
And have been proposed hundreds of things.

And it is later than what it was earlier
So that’s usually a good a sign as any
To get into the clouds of Sleepville.

Marriage and Here

I think about how living here affects my marriage.
We don’t ever go out on double dates or go out just us two. We have only met and bonded with one couple over coffee when Zeek was first born. And that was because she was pregnant and wanted some info regarding our labour and delivery.

When we get into arguments, I don’t phone up a friend. I don’t go walking down the streets. Because I can’t. I have no friends and it’s a bigger deal then just to get up and go with a 6 month old.
So our arguments rarely happen. When they do, we may be quiet for a little while but we are forced to revert back to one another. We live under the same roof and he doesn’t have friends either. We just haven’t bothered to make any.
I’m a pretty social person so you wonder how I can do it.
I guess this country does a lot for me in the way that I reflect and do personal things that I otherwise wouldn’t be finding the time for.
I’ve made scrapbooks and albums and videos over the past few years.

I think a lot on when we move to Canada. Because within two years, we will.
I think about how I will change. How certain aspects of me will be highlighted. Stuff that maybe he hasn’t seen before. Like, ordering my own food. And being talkative and interacting and being dependent.
I wonder what it will do to our marriage.
I wonder about good things and bad things.

I think when we argue there, we will be able to put more space between us and that may resort to the issue taking longer to resolve. It will be a challenge.
It will be like a new relationship all over again. I am excited for it.

So I live it up here. I focus on the good this place does for us and how close we are because of it. I think we have been here for a reason and I think we have been building on that without realizing it.
I can stand tall and be proud of us because we are doing well for being so far away from all that we know…from any help I would be getting, from time away from Baby, from time with friends..

What a Marriage I am in !
I love it!