in dreams..open up your heart, open up your heart to me, and let me pull you out of here.
I have discovered a new music love. Her name is Kimbra, and she's incredible. The song I just quoted is called "Cameo Lover".
I first found her through this extremely emotional song (that makes me cry when I'm by myself, as it's so heartfelt and painful), called "Somebody that I used to know" by a man called Gotye where Kimbra is featured. I adore this song and listened to it every day for the past week. Maybe even longer than that. It inspired a quick poem the other day as well. First, the song.
Now, the poem. It's kind of sad...but not really, since it promises a new future. Which I'm very excited about. <3 I guess. I don't really remember writing it. I think I was listening to this song one evening alone in my 3-room "suite", and it just started flowing. I'm glad to be slowly getting back into this poetry writing thing. Maybe I'll get back to where I used to be...spitting out inspired pieces at least every day, if not more frequently.
This, however, is the song that I first listened to/watched when I looked up Kimbra in the youtube search bar. It's still stuck in my head.
She gets so into character it's like watching a performance you should have to pay to witness. It's so good I can't help but be (probably) temporarily obsessed with her.
Anyway, I find the more time I spend alone with my boyfriend (and away from my kind-of controlling, condescending roommate who, while being my best friend in the world, still seems to dream of his head on a stake not unlike Marie Antoinette), the more I find that I like him. He's already used (juvenile, I know) the "L" word, and I find that every time he says it I've got the response on my tongue but it hasn't come out yet. I don't know what's wrong with me in that respect. I should be able to say it. I'm already falling down a rabbit hole where he's concerned anyway.
Just the other day we visited his grandparents. Upon leaving, they handed me a tiny potted squash plant with instructions to care for it and plant it in the garden, and stated it was from my "in-laws". I think they've already married us in their heads or something. Grandparents have a funny way of pushing people together. It's not necessarily a bad thought. It's just too soon to tell how far exactly we're really going to go. Eventually he'll discover my many forms, my many personality shifts, and get tired of putting up with my bullshit. I guess I'm just trying to enjoy the time I have before that inevitably happens.
In other, more merry news, we are putting in our damage deposit on the townhouse in Willow Point this week, and will be moving in on April 12th! I'm more than excited, but I hate packing up my stuff. Haha. I guess that's the bitter part of the bittersweet moving process.
My weight loss plan has not shed any success yet. Maybe it's because I'm really bad at self-control and discipline. But come April 12th, I will be biking back and forth to work and home, and it'll be a good push to get me fit and maybe warranting of my jovial boyfriend's love. Who knows? Maybe I'll finally be able to feel comfortable in not only clothing, but his arms. I look forward to this new plan.
