this is not a poem

It  feels like... oh no.  A journal entry.  So I'm just going to go with it and see where it takes me.

It occured to me earlier this evening as I sneezed for the millionth time today that the buildup of a sneeze is much like the buildup/plateau of orgasm.  And then there's the utter letdown when it doesn't happen.  Sneezing is one of those divine bodily functions/reactions that I love, love, LOVE.  And like a good orgasm, it can clear your head of so many things, and can also occur simultaneously.  How gorgeous is that.

Today didn't feel like chaos so much as it has lately.  I actually had a decent calm about me, with the soft underglow of the onset of Spring, which remains my favouritest of seasons.  Everything is green and lush and wet and waking up and it smells so new all over again. 

You know, I rather like this journal entry thing.  I think I should do it more often - somehow, it takes the pressure of writing off and I can just sort of be.... myself.

I met someone today that I hadn't met in a long time.  Years, literally.  And she is just as lovely now as she was many years ago.