Sticky Prose, Sickly Rose; pick the rose you want, I'm still in bed anyways.

I do not have a closet in my room, but a bed niche.

Painted yellow,

and plastered with prayers on paper--likely to be thumb-tack'd than taped.

Being sick, quite obviously, gets the best of me. It's grinding enough to be a selfish human being; but to be trapped in with a mind that speaks so shrill with pain and discomfort, when speaking at all, is the closest thing to Godless I've known. A well-known Hell. The first fruits of His creation seem secreted and sour. Oh how I need Him! I can't carry my own thoughts without catching a cold!

I only sit in my niche when I'm either in my right mind or sleeping. I don't have a lot of routine in my life anymore, so I make sanctuary space. My niche is my primary space. He holds it as Holy, and so do I... I try. In silence (or Satie!) I can look at Him as a child to a father, and ask so many questions! Or just as well be calmly comforted.

I can't sleep in my niche when I'm sick, I don't want to anyways. Stillness is so stale at a fever-pitch! But I miss it.

Sanctuary is sweet.

"Honey loving you is the greatest thing,

I get to be myself and I get to sing,
I get to play at being irresponsible,
I come home late and love your soul,
I never forget you in my prayers,
I never have a bad thing to report.

You're my picture on the wall,
You're my vision in the hall,
You're the one I'm talking to,
When I get in from my work,
You are my girl, and you don't even know it,
I am living out the life of a poet,
I am the jester in the ancient court,
And you're the funny little frog in my throat."

Tomorrow I'm getting up to go to a writing 'roundtable for the utmost purpose of glorifying Him and then another one with very different implements--as long as my car (literally) doesn't loose it's cool. I'm excited. Here's what I've been into:

When words themselves sing, I'm shaken.

Bring on the Cold

Sometimes I get restless

and watch youtube music videos into the wee of the nigh, which then turns into watching youtube covers songs, which then turns to caparisons, which then turns intoinsanitybylisteningtoallthecoversatonce

and creating an (fallen?) angel's choir. Push all the play buttons at once.

This one's my favorite. It's also the most awkward/touching.

I hope you have broadband! Cheers!