Wishing for Daisy Halos - Precipitous

Wishing for Daisy Halos - Precipitous: "Reading poetry and LJs have gotten me thinking about things I'm not so sure about. Not in a bad way, but not entirely benevolent either. It feels as though there's something about to ascend and collapse out of me all entirely at the same moment. I don't think that precipitous pensivity exists, but would it be found in a dictionary, there would be a blank description of nothing and everything. I know, I'm making no sence.

It isn't easy being home alone. It feels placid and serene, children sleeping and only the hum of the monitor to keep me company. But I jumped pretty high when a bug landed on my leg. As I flicked it off onto the ground, even this minuscule creature righted it's upside-down exoskeleton and scurried off into some quiescent spot behind the myriad of toys and dust collecting everywhere. And then He wakes up, certain if he doesn't eat right now, he'll waste away to nothing. Or, in more realistic terms, maybe he'll lose one of his four chins. He doesn't enjoy the placid serenity like the bug searched for any more than I seem to be right now.

And so another background shows another misinterpretation of a conversation gone terribly wrong. And I know it adds another unwarranted arrow.

Somewhere in the nothingness where LL's prayers seem to dissipate, my home fills with hope on top of hope. The day slips by again, and abiding recollection is saturated with smiles and minutes unreturnable and rapturous.

Is there a fastidious equilibrium in this laconic life? plausibly."