When was LIFE not just cereal?

Somehow, somewhere, Something inside me clicked the other day. I realized that I have been living in a cloud of "Lisha". SO self absorbed and just it was all about me. I've been tired and oblivious to my surroundings. I was just going through the motions. Going through the days.
I realized the other day that if I want something I can't feel guilty for wanting it. I want so much out of my life...And I know what I don't want.

I got the chance today to visit my grandmother whom I had not seen since I was about 2. And only in my situation could you really understand what this meant. My father (her son) and I don't really speak. Whether it's because he isn't able to or doesn't want to doesn't really matter to me. I just know that communication never happens. I kind of wish it did...sometimes. But at other times I realize it is what it is. So before the visit happened, I had butterflies to the unth degree! But when I saw this sweet lady, I realized all my worries could be flung out the window. She was so eager to see me, to know what I was doing. I felt so good doing something for someone else. All she wanted to do was meet me...and she did.

My new focus is to serve my fellowman. To really know people...to make them feel of worth. My other focus is to "de-crap" my life. I want to focus on something of importance...
I'll let you know what that is when I find it ;)

Till next time, Lisha

Your Simplicity

I'll be your Simplicity.
Your spoon in valley of forks.
Your whole number in a Cul de Sac of fractions.
I'm your Simplicity in your sea of complicated.
I'll be by you in every way.
Your magnet of your fridge of life....
Your Simplicity.

--Lisha Michel

Whenever

Whenever life gets too dangerous,
You're always there to catch me.
Waiting.
With the answer that I long to hear.
But,
When life is calm and steadfast
You seem to be gone...and far away.
And I don't know which I like better.
You listening to my fears?
Or my life being ok...
whenever you're not there.

--Lisha Michel

Can't help it

From the curves of my hips
and the chocolate in my eyes,
I can't help but feel beautiful.
I can't help but spread my joy,
My love of this life.
Because we only get one chance...
One chance to feel desireable,
and sexy. and gorgeous, and lovely.
And I feel all these things.
I'm deeply in love with
these flaws that you see.
The things tht make me; me.
I know what I am,
I know what I'm not.
And I know that I'm not
going to be the one for you...
If you can't see what
I do.

---Lisha Michel