Robin got some money for his birthday that he decided to use getting music. If it weren’t for the prospect of rescue and the Rose Chronicles I forced the boy to buy, I would be screaming now.
well – yeah – the sandwich helps lots too.
Day: March 21, 2004
the word a ball makes when they bounce back at you
Things have been different lately. I’ve been kissed.
Positive uncertainty seems the term of the day. Daylight shifting into night and back without sleep. It’s hard to think, to not try to think anything in particular. “this is what is expected of me” A little death.
Honesty is refreshing. Showers of letters, bathing in bright iridescence of writ. The statement of intentions, worries and self frailty not hiding behind closed words. My appreciation for the fine arts is not waning, nor wanting. Thoughts pouring into my hands, claws deep into flesh.
the word a ball makes when they bounce back at you
Things have been different lately. I’ve been kissed.
Positive uncertainty seems the term of the day. Daylight shifting into night and back without sleep. It’s hard to think, to not try to think anything in particular. “this is what is expected of me” A little death.
Honesty is refreshing. Showers of letters, bathing in bright iridescence of writ. The statement of intentions, worries and self frailty not hiding behind closed words. My appreciation for the fine arts is not waning, nor wanting. Thoughts pouring into my hands, claws deep into flesh.