This moment
Share
this moment with me
and all those that have
led us to it.
The enormousness of
this sliver of time
wells such immense joy within
me that it flows out my eyes.
To be with you right now,
back then, tomorrow,
last weekend,
forever.
Rare
this moment we're in.
Yet so common to the naked
eye and in the grand
scheme of things.
Just that it is you
and me in this one tiny piece
of all this eternity.
How can we be so small
and yet so significant?
Bare
the moment and it's weight.
You are not alone and
neither am I.
Shoulder to shoulder,
hand in hand,
heart to heart
and with our eyes, together
we can see
I sound like a broken record
I say the same things over and over again
I say the same things
O-Over and
I s-say the same th-things Over and o-over again
I crack I speckle and the sound a word
Which which which
Wh- leaves you guessing what I just said
The stories I tell they don't
They don't
Change at all
The plot was just as good as before
The actors weren't replaced
Actors weren't replaced
Replaced re-
Is that smoke
I don't think thats to happen
Maybe maybe it it's just me but somehow
It's just me but somehow
The stories aren't as when you miss parts
B
Current Residence: under your skin Favourite genre of music: jazz, classical Shell of choice: Abolone Personal Quote: Worry is like a rocking chair--it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
Favourite Movies
The Dark Knight, The Pebble and the Penguine, Swan Princess
I feel as though I'm slowly loosing contact with people
I rarely ever visit my friends,
I schedual visits to my boyfriend,
and im reduced to reading about people's lives on facebook.
I miss going to Smitty's every week
I miss seeing everyones faces at school.
I miss baking muffins/cookies at my house on a random friday.
I even miss planning picnics only to have to eat inside becuase it rains.
I dont want to be a grownup.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?
I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do not think that they will sing for me. Let us go to the place where the mountains meet the sky and women come and go talking of Michael Angelo.
I miss you too my dear. especially in my english class as we are reading "the importance of being earnest" and im sure we would have had some grand conversations. Sigh. I should send you some muffins...gee i havent made muffins in awhile. ive been making pancakes more recently