Matt Costa
Yellow Taxi

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GO MAVS!

When you’re searching your soul
When you’re searching for pleasure
How often, pain is all you find
But when you’re coasting along and nobody’s trying too hard
You can turn around and like where you are


The Sundays

IS

leaving

my aunt molly's house always smelled like Lysol disinfectant spray... i miss that smell.
traveling, i would always smell the exhaust from the countless buses and bus stations i spent an immense amount of time traveling through... i know it's strange but...i miss that smell.
I absolutely love the smell of the ocean, the sand. I miss that smell.
Bananas are my absolute favorite fruit, i eat them almost everyday... hopefully i will never miss this smell.


to be continued.

I have an insane desire lately to write...but whenever i sit down and try to write i come up blank. I am trying to overcome this...writers block but the truth is i havent written anything in quite some time that i feel had any substance. *sigh*
I'll figure it out one of these days just as i always do...right now i am just rambling...hoping that in my rambles something amazing will decide to surface...yeah who am i kidding..amazing...i dont think so.

It is time to buy a plane ticket.

Molly kinda wants to go into hiding.

my kids...so to speak.

I absolutely love the spring time...it makes me incredibly happy.

Kitchen Chair

I found this...i wrote it a few years ago and i have to say it is one of my favorites.



There she has sat for many years and doubtless will for more.
Solitary upon her kitchen chair with her eyes directed towards the door.
For a time, she had unquestionable tenderness, that long ago set adrift.
It slipped away not hastily but with each passing tide would shift.
Upon the day it left her she ceased to feel complete.
And now she spends her lonely days perched upon this seat.
Waiting, listless, longing for that feeling of tenderness to return.
But now this task she has set before her remains her one concern.
To wait, to watch, silently in her space.
For another chance, another time or place.
She imagines there it stands, waiting, just out of her sight.
But never leaving her kitchen chair has now become her plight.
To search she feels she musn't. To leave she somehow fears.
What if in her searching it simply returns after all these years.
The longing, completely consuming, the desire always there.
For now she remains waiting, solitary, upon the kitchen chair.

Molly 2007

"Get a Bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live" Mark Twain.

I lived.

I now have too many hangers...and need to go to buffalo exchange with most of the ridiculously large pile of clothes now on my bedroom floor. But first...i am headed to go check out a new camera para mi. Then to the greenbelt with Liam. Then possibly to Ginger man for pint night. Who knows...it is an absolutely gorgeous day outside.

Molly is going to run away

You're Sitting in a chair...IN THE SKY!

I am tired. However i have no desire to sleep. Life is just making me tired. I want it to be June 15th. I want to be on a plane. I want to be trekking through a cloud forest. Or wandering through a loud market. Sleeping in an uncomfortable bed, that makes me homesick. Hiking up a volcano to watch the sunrise. Sitting with my feet in the sand on a beach I've never been to; staring out at the waves crashing. Waking up somewhere new. Riding on a loud uncomfortable bus. Talking to someone I've never met in a language i don't know very well. Writing those i miss. Spending all day walking, taking pictures, experiencing life, eating, seeing...living.

panama

Since i didn't make it down this way last trip to central America...i have decided to add panama to the itinerary

To Do List

1. Purchase plan ticket.
2. Purchase a new camera.
3. Save Mucho Mas dinero. (time to settle down with spending for a bit)
4. Pick up some extra shifts at work.
5. Find a dog sitter for my animal friends.
6. Pack my bags and get ready to go...
7. Cause i'm leavin on a jet plane.

Tell me do you believe
In the girl that is me
With her feet to your feet
Well that’s all that I need

Cause time will go
And we may be
Far apart I know
But as far as I can see
This is so good
There’s no need for change
It’s alright with me
It’s as simple as it should be
Simple as it should be -----Tristan Prettyman

"Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself."
Kahlil Gibran


"Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms."
Kahlil Gibran