night.

well if ghosts never sleep,
what does that make me?
panic-stricken with grief,
or a warm cup of tea?

i said if i never sleep,
does that make me ghastly?
i tend to walking the streets:
my only imperial decree.

so if we ghosts never sleep,
why can't i hear her soliloquies?

waiting waiting

summer summer summer summer this summer sometime this summer summer summer.
summer time better in summer
summer summer
when its summer.
just wait a little longer all gone summer summer summer summer this summer summer so close summer summer just a few months summer summer less than a year to summer summer summer summer
happy happy.

good.

i didn't even think about

the comfort i get from your blogs you've posted.
the comments you've rendered on mine that are always filled with such calming words.

i never realized it's habit for me to look over those.

i didn't realize until i was momentarily panic-stricked
when
they
were
gone.

fairy tales have nothing on us.

you're one of few lost sailors left shipwrecked here today,

and i'm a lost cowgirl kicking boots with dust up in their way.

thank you.

it's refreshing to be at a point in my life, where i don't feel like i constantly have eyes undressing my mind.
it's nice to be able to breathe without feeling like people are examining how i take every breath.

i think it's really showing.

i'm still thinking about what you said yesterday
about other pretty people
with interesting features
but how none of them are, well, you know.

swooning so hard, but so tired
with a half empty yucky feeling stomach.

those things you said, were still perfect.

i was so happy

when my parents were gone.

i was so happy.

now they're back, and everything goes back to normal.
i have to get out of here sooner, i need to get out.

the formula?

what about
the
missing
variable?