Carolime Time

2008

when i get back to toronto, i’m going to make snow angels and drink loads of hot chocolate and blow hot air into cold air and watch it mix..i’m going to slide on the sidewalk ice, wear cute boots, complain about how i can’t feel my toes, take long evening walks wearing a different hat each night, so i can be french one night, russian the next, and sing sing sing into the dark, at 1am on a Monday, after doing something humane again, feeling my blood flow again, when no one else is on the street, while tall black lamps shadow my path, keeping me safe.. and snowflakes will catch the light, white falling onto the black hair of some tall, dashing stranger, whose eye i’ll catch mischievously but to whom i won’t turn back and look twice cause gosh darn, i have things on my mind and i’m serenading someone in another country…i miss the cold, i miss the city, i can’t wait to live downtown again and schmoooooooze and do things that mean something to me while doing practical things i am sick of doing, like making money…did i tell you how much i hate money? it’s killed me a few times..i found inspiration on the beach in goa, with my eyes aimed at the sky, and i heard it again on the side of a road, telling me it’s okay to be me, it’s okay to want and work for dreamy things..so i send my thanks for that, these last few days have been better than so many others..i gave up something special and i’m hoping she’s still there, i’m coming back to look for her in the middle of a busy intersection in the dangerous part of town..oooooh YEAH