I’m a warm, fresh Giordano’s pizza after a patient four hour wait at the clamorous airport, as uninviting as it is.
I’m freezing green jello.
I am a frustration that shatters mirrors and hearts; all’s fair in love and war, right?
The crushing ocean waves mirror my mood, my eyes penetrating the sands of time.
I’m that first bite of a gorgeous apple you realize is rotten.
I am a golden morning that involves the first cereal I grab that was five unbelievable months overdue.
So essentially, I’m an alley cat with a measly eight lives left and a bruised ego you can feel all the way in your heart.
I’m an ancient computer that loves the overpowering smell of Windex and a sudden burst of fresh air from a window that was here before my parents.
I’m the overwhelming smell of coffee black as death and the once revolting now pleasant smell of mushrooms before a Bears game.
I’m Ree Drummond’s voice, Kelly Ripa’s smile, and Anderson Cooper’s stare; multiple personalities are right up my alley.
I’m six brightly colored Spongbob balloons popping.
I’m my baby cousin’s 6th birthday party, the warmth of the broken air conditioning could never ruin his everlasting smile, and even with missing teeth it’s perfect.
I’m the one that always gets phrases thrown in my soft, smooth, and lonely face; “To nie jest teraz wazne” (“that’s not what’s important right now”).
I’m left to crawl away, the kind of crawl and creeping a prisoner makes on the way to his final resting place.
I’m exquisite, raspy cars voicing that there’s trouble a-brewing.
I’m those dreadful screeching brakes which lead me to discover the “bast***s Mercedes was a young kid like me, and now I’m petrified.
I’m Edith Grandham, a famous character whom it seems I can relate to.
I’m in the threshold tunneling forward, in between, lost in a dream.
Although, I am Edith, my judgment of intense emotions is even more guarded; I have a blood hound guarding my heart right now.
I’m powerful Poland (Chicago too) but Poland is more Maria-esque and “my kind of place” (Sinatra).
I’m unforgettable, but sometimes you wish you could disregard me.
I’m a captivating movie or music quote.
I can memorize long and short songs and movie lines, anything from Harry Potter to Will Ferrell and music that gently puts a “pair of wings on the human spirit”. (Sinatra)
I am the green face of envy, looking at all the things I can’t have; some I need like shorts for those sizzling summer days, but then others like that little black Land Rover I’m inclined to pursue until I get it.
I’m learning to use the table saw and carrying the twelve foot ladder myself.
I’m a rock star painter, but stripping screws is my specialty.
I’m only as strong, valiant, and self- controlled as I believe I can be.
I’m the look on people’s faces when everyone comes together, as a family, in crew – we
Create something just short of pure magic on stage.
I’m an ordinary book that takes you to extraordinary heights.
I’m buttery popcorn and two kernels away from a coronary.
I’m wet nails once forced on me by my superiors, now I adore them.
I’m an Oreo McFlurry, a cherry Jolly Rancher, Belgium waffles and a broken heart.
I’m a luscious, melting grilled cheese sandwich, pierogi, gourmet soup from Panera.
I’m People’s Court and Big Bang Theory, and the ten o’clock news to finish.
But Mostly I’m Maria.
I’m completely random and sometimes nerve wrecking.
I am what I want to be and no one or anything else.
I’m appreciating things while you still can.
I’m the accumulation of a gradual but destructive overload.
I’m a rare gem, but a common name.
I’m Sleeping Beauty trapped in a deep sleep – lost in time. Lost in time, which begs the question, can you find me?