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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Wednesday, June 13, 2012. I feel it like the heat on a hot summer's day. Overwhelming, sticky sweet and impossible to consider feeling anything other than the all-consuming intensity of love. It's like broad brush strokes of tar all over my soul, so that you're there, inseparable from my whole self, least it tear me apart. July 6, 2012 at 12:33 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the katey nation: The trouble with knowing too much
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, May 19, 2012. The trouble with knowing too much. Those frivolous, throw away comments- words that cannot be unsaid and thoughts that fester and seethe like an open wound on my soul. What was said cannot be unsaid, what is known cannot be unknown. And so I lie here, questioning every one, every thing, every thought uttered, every feeling expressed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the katey nation: September 2012
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, September 29, 2012. Wading through these thoughts, feelings, thick and heavy like mud. I try - in vain - to find some semblance of reason, a deeper logic, perhaps, that remains ever elusive throughout this; the rabbit down the bunny hole of my mind. Indescernable - a sadness real or imagined, and my efforts to examine it seem to perpetuate and further entrench me within this mire. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, May 19, 2012. Loving her is like the morning dew - not crisp and cold, but refreshing and sweet; drops of candied sugar on each and every blade of grass before me. It is like clean sheets on a soft bed for an exhausted body; like the wonderment and possibility of what lies beyond a horizon thick with fog. It's like nothing else. And yet, heavy with warm familiarities and comforts, loving her is like home.
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the katey nation: October 2011
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Tuesday, October 18, 2011. Here, me naked and you in your underwear, as I lay restless and edgy,anxious and unhappy and wondering if I wished I was elsewhere. Your fingers smell like cigarettes- a habit you promised you would stop for me- and I find i cannot escape you, as your touch, the very essence of you and your being is imbued in the pores of my body. I don't know if this is what I want. Sunday, October 2, 2011.
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the katey nation: May 2012
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Saturday, May 19, 2012. Loving her is like the morning dew - not crisp and cold, but refreshing and sweet; drops of candied sugar on each and every blade of grass before me. It is like clean sheets on a soft bed for an exhausted body; like the wonderment and possibility of what lies beyond a horizon thick with fog. It's like nothing else. And yet, heavy with warm familiarities and comforts, loving her is like home.
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the katey nation: December 2011
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Friday, December 16, 2011. That you may say you are there for me, that you'll hurt anyone that hurts me, and other similar claims of protection and loyalty, means so very little to me now. And this was when I realised your words were hollow; straw monuments built up to fill yourself and anyone within earshot with your self-importance and devotion, and blown over at the first hint of a breath of a challenge. 8216;Fals...
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the katey nation: November 2011
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Friday, November 4, 2011. Like mismatched pieces of a puzzle. I pull the clothes from the bag I so foolishly packed last night, and cringe at the memory of the conversation explaining myself. I could have said nothing, should have. With a sighing reluctance, I scrape together myself - my thoughts, my inadequacies and my indelicacies, and prepare to greet the day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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the katey nation: January 2012
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Because claiming my little patch of the interwebs is fun and rewarding- for me at least. Wednesday, January 4, 2012. Image from this flickr. Found via this tumblr. I'm not accustomed to love. To feeling it, giving it, pining for it and, at times, yearning for it to leave me in peace; I am more than well acquainted. But to experience love, love as it is given, and love as a mutual, wholehearted and shared experience, I am unaccustomed. This is not to say that I have never, ever been loved before. Is love ...
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