Pumps

So it's 2:23, I will finish this blog by 3 and finally end my procrastination and work on my darn internships. I've neglected to write a little bit because I'm on a "complain" fatigue, it's fun, but like Will Smith and Beyonce, too much of anything can be bad. What to speak of? I have an unhealthy obsession with four-five inch pumps and they cannot be thick clunky pumps by any means of the imagination. So my analytical mind is thinking, why do I have an unrivaled obsession with fabuolous shoes and dresses, and of course I come to the conclusion that something is lacking. The shoes, the dresses, the earings are sexy, revealing... hm satisfying, which is what I'm looking for. I'd say my life on a relationship and human level is probably making progress but I tread immensely carefully, I must, I think, to avoid being burned again. I know certain people do not read this, but I shall make it an ounce less personal, just in case. I'm coming home again in 3 days, because my friend needs a place to store things and stay the night before she heads to another country, but honestly I don't quite want to go home. Though there is interesting drama and things to laugh about here, I sort of prefer it, I am starting to enjoy the fact that I really like this place now. Her being away next semester might be a little bit hard at first (since my other friends don't really dance or party), but I think I can deal, I think I can find someone to go with and take care of me when I'm at these places, because I'd like to believe that I'm quite independent when I get there. Maybe things are moving, idk, but my patience is a little non-existant so I'm practicing deep breaths, trying to get my focus back so I can work on these damn internships, taxes, and study abroad applications. It's just not there right now, I know I can get lonly, and there are feelings about this that are nice, but I'm treading carefully, I don't want distractions. I wonder if I can write a poem in ten minutes......

Tread lightly
water bouncing off the top of your temples
fade easily
between the flesh of light figures
moving slightly
make you moan
and turn away forcibly, then quietly
the eyes read like a song,
which murmur on your lips,
let swing upon my hips,
but
tread lightly...

I don't know what it even really means, and I don't know if there were innuendos there, but 4 minutes.... so actually not bad.