What a grand idea.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
She walked home, balancing on the curb as usual. Comforted by the peacefulness of her own thoughts, she barely noticed the interested glances she was receiving due to the paint smeared all over her legs and arms and hair. As she jumped off the curb and onto the street, the hood of her jacket fell down. And she came to the conclusion that people push you to see how far you can go.
Monday, September 27, 2010
And sometimes you need an Alice in Wonderland dream to let you know life is beautiful. And sometimes you don't. Because you already know.
Splashing in puddles is what rain is for.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
For someone who believes so deeply in the idea of love, it's odd to think she's putting the unfinished fairy tale back on the shelf with a smile.
Soulmates and kindred spirits. They're one in the same. But you won't find him here, doll.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sometimes, you run out back in your bare feet, toes gliding through the sun-soaked grass, and you find what you were looking for. You forgot it was even missing.
Nobody else knows her quite as well.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Do You Remember What Mama Says? Rejection And Happiness Can Be One In The Same If You Know What I Know
It was one of those chilly, fall nights where everything was in place and you could just smile. She was sitting on the porch, thinking. The splash of the fountain, out on the pond, calmly resonating in her ears. And the stars were just as bright as they were years ago. Can you remember that scene on the hill? A breath of omniscience whispered past a few strands of her hair, fresh with the scent of perfume from the night before. With her head wrapped around this newfound revelation, she was so beautifully content. Wait it out, baby girl. No one ever sees what you see right away.
Take heart, sweetheart. You have the patience for this.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
She sat on the porch, soaking up the sunlight. It was a beautiful day. Isn't it always nowadays? She breathed the thick, warm air into her lungs and kicked her blackened bare feet up on the railing. Hands behind her head, tilting the chair back to a balanced perfection, she smiled. Life is beautiful. Friends for miles. Not even superficial friends. But, good-hearted, loving, selfless friends. Bare feet with the kind of bright red nail polish that made you know you were never so happy in your whole life. Yellow birds calling the nearest trees their home. A previously unmarked passion for art. A newfound independence, a newfound honesty and a newfound realization.
Mama was right about falling in love.