Usually

I'm usually good with words,
I can make sentences and stuff,
which are normally quite nice,
pleasant, even.

I can piece them together,
somewhat eloquently, forming
paragraphs that resemble
that satisfying Monday morning coffee.

Or the feel of Friday nights,
knowing you get to lay in,
the scent of salty waves,
after a polluted, crowded city.

Witnessing a shooting star,
or a tasty bacon bagel.
The rush of adrenaline
awaiting the band at a gig.

But, now, you've stolen my words
and also my heart,
I can't express my feelings
my vocabulary, torn apart.

I'm usually good with words,
but silence will make do,
it's not just the words,
but the pauses too.

Pause

(I love you)

Teenage Dream

I am living the teenage dream. The amazing group of friends, the perfect partner, the clubbing, the driving around aimlessly, the nights spent looking at the stars, going on long walks, reading great books, attending gigs, going to festivals. It's brilliant. Of course, that all comes hand in hand with the everyday teen angst and worry that fuels fluctuating moods, but overall, life is very good.

It's fun to just adventure. And why not. Because at the moment, I'm young and I have few responsibilities and I want to experience new things.

I like that I will be able to look back and think, "Yeah, those were some pretty epic times in my life". And hopefully, I can continue with such times. I am so very happy right now.

An accurate representation of how happy I am currently.

Jar Of Happy

I'll place you in my little jar,
so full of happy and good feels,
keep you safe, tucked away,
only rarely to be revealed.

And when I'm feeling down,
although that doesn't happen much,
you'll be in there snuggled tight,
emanating love and such.

Snippets.

I remember, as a young Joanne, say around 8, going about my childlike ways in primary school. I would sometimes walk around the playground on my own. In my head, I would seemingly appear deep and excogitative, a child prodigy of sorts. In reality, I probably appeared quite lonely.

On one of these occasions, walking around on my own, I started to follow people. Not even people whom I was truly acquainted with. But I would follow these individuals, at a moderate pace, for a good few minutes, enough time to make them feel just a little bit uncomfortable. After that, I would turn to them and ask- "Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?". Then I would walk away, leaving them to contemplate my words.

I was an interesting child.

Fool No Longer

Take a little peek at what I've got up to previously:  Here

Yes, there is another "Free Communication Weekend" going on, and even though it is fun to contact certain people, I feel I've had enough of exploiting the individuals who occupy the online dating world.

Plus, there comes a point when trying to communicate with 960 matches gets a little difficult. Even for me.

So. I decided to stop, tell my matches I'm not who I say I am, and hope for their sakes someone who appreciates foot fetishes and enjoys being called "sexi" finds them. Not everyone I came across was creepy, though. Some of the men seemed genuine, decent guys. Therefore I felt that being mean to them was a little unnecessary when all they were looking for was a chance at a serious relationship.

Some of the questions I got to ask the guys included "Why did you join eHarmony?" and although the responses were a bit of a mixed bag "because I wasn't getting anywhere in real life" or "it's quicker", the majority of people said they joined because things hadn't worked out in previous relationships or because they wanted to try and find a long lasting relationship. And that's fair enough, I'm not here to deny them that. Maybe I've just fixed my moral compass or something.

And thus, this journey ends.

But just remember: