What are you waiting for?

Come tell me that you love me. Under the spell of the midnight moon I will blush but you won’t be able to see. I hope to death that you remember what I look like under my mask. What if, one day, I take it off and you scream. I would die. Help me look beautiful to me. I don’t look into your eyes, hoping you can’t see the real me. My thoughts burst at the seam but if I can’t see you then you can’t see me. Right? That only worked when I was three. Forgive my subtle tongue and blabbing discontents. I feel I grieve too much for me. Who knew such an open ended family could teach a child to be so closed. Come back another day – operating hours are nine to five. Pictures make it easy – no need for a chat – frozen in time looking luxurious and cool. A gentle whisper rolls from her lips – but need not reply.

I wish you could hear the music playing. It’s delicately mixing with your voice.

Ho hum.

You rock my socks...

"Did I just talk for 10 minutes about my feet insulators?" he asked.

"Yeah I think you did," I replied. "It's OK though it was a good story."

Who knew Styrofoam cups and a knife could create something so helpful.

"What fresh hell is this," my mother hissed over to us.

She was referring to the relatively crazy woman who choose to sit beside her at the David Suzuki speech last night. My mom attracts the crazies. The woman kept asking for pens and talked about her personal life accomplishments.

I couldn't stop laughing. “Where did you come up with a line like that?” I asked.

"It was in a Dilbert cartoon," she slyly replied.

Before the unfortunate sitting down of that woman my mom was telling my dad and I another one of her yoga stories.

“So he was telling us to be aware of our aches and pains and our bodies and our organs and then suddenly a little voice in my head popped up and said ‘hellooo liver.”

As we walked home in the warm darkness we discussed our favourite bits of the night.

"My favourite quote from tonight is 'I am the environment and so are you. I am air and so are you. If I am air and you are air then I am you' oh and 'what fresh hell is this.'"

How can something so little be so fierce?

uuuuummmmmmmm...

LA lalalalalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa la teeee daaaa. LA LA LA LA lalalalalalalalalala lateda. Lalalala.

(composed by Meghan)

The End.

this and that

This....

I love the tone that's in your laugh
Gasping for an extra breath
Waiting for the time to pass
I believe in days ahead
Don't spend another night alone
Cross and wishing you were dead.

Mary, you shouldn't let 'em make you mad
You hold the best you can
And Mary, after all the pain is gone
I'm always gonna live to be your man.

I've had it easy now you see
When I'm down you're always there
Standing by to comfort me
Someday we'll go round the world
I'll make the journey so sublime
I know you're not a travelin' girl.

Mary, you shouldn't let 'em make you mad
You hold the best you can
And Mary, after all the pain is gone

I'm always gonna live to be your man.
Cause I'd give everything I have
Forget all the things that bring me joy
If you could have one day
Pure and simple happiness
Until that moment comes
I'll be here where I've always been
I'm gonna be your friend
Until the day I die.

Mary, you shouldn't let 'em make you mad
You hold the best you can
And Mary, after all the pain is gone
I'm always gonna live to be your man.

(hold on....)




And That...

hopeless
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hopeless

fuck
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fuck
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fuck
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fuck
fuck
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I'm fine
fuck
I'm fine
fuck
I'm fine

FUCK.

I'M FINE.