Sometimes I can't help but look across the time warped sky and peer into that alternate life. The one I chose not to have.
The one floor bungalow with Indian bedspreads all twisted up on unmade beds on the floors. Some amazing vegan dinner from the night before still waiting to be cleaned up from the old fashioned kitchen.
There are plants all over the place. And there's a big dog.
I have a few kids and I write a lot. I'm not married, but my long time "Old Man" who is also the father of my children comes and goes like a steady rain. When he's around we fall in love all over again. He plays guitar and doesn't know how to wash his own clothes. His hair is always dirty. I love him.
When he's gone the kids and I are free to be ourselves. We dance a lot. There's no TV. They are ALWAYS late for school. I don't have a savings account. I'm very irresponsible.
I paint houses, interiors mostly. Someday my writing will get published, but until then I kind of like being inside other peoples homes, a peeping tom. I get story ideas all the time from them.
I always have paint in my hair.
My children call me by my first name. They have names like Voodoo, and Justice, and Moonflower.
I drink a little too much.
Back on this side of reality, I have to go clean the bathroom. Again.