February 2012
18 posts
at the playground. You know?
As a kid, I was always particular about who I shared the see saw with. You can’t just jump on a see saw with anyone. That how kids ended up walking funny with cushions in their seats. I knew I’d never be that kid. I only shared with friends. People who’d care whether I got hurt. First.. . Make it level. You get on first? Me next? Ok. We getting off? Me first. You...
measure in luv
teacher: what unit of measurement-
me: in daylights
teacher: thats not-
me: in sunsets
me: in midnights
teacher: you cant-
me: in cups of coffee
teacher: thats impossi-
me: in inches
teacher: yes! thats what i-
me: in miles
teacher: but you just-
me: in laughter
me: in strife
teacher: *opens mouth*-
me: in five hundred-twenty five thousand-six hundred minutes
teacher: well in this case you dont measure in ti-
me: how about looooooooooooooooove
teacher: i give up
me: measure in looooooooooove
teacher: out
me: seasons of loooooooooooooooove (attempt to harmonize with myself)
The cycle.
Frustration. Helpless. Confusion. Resentment. Guilt. Defeated. Hopeful.
affectionateanarchy asked: How's it feel? You know...up there OVER THAT HILL AAAAHAACKACKACKACK