Tuesday, May 31, 2011

We are nowhere and it's now

What I wouldn't give to have even a trace of this lovely appeal.

Who said that, Harold?

En masse

I've been thinking of him and the other him and old age and roads and a whole horde of other things hardly worth mentioning.

A series of questions:

When I'm old, will I be crazy? If so, will I know?

Do we love summer because it's so short?

What if I had grown up in Alaska or China or anywhere else but here?

Why are humans such a complicated species as opposed to say, rabbits?

And, similarly, how come we are in charge?

What if the world WAS run by rabbits (think Watership Down)?

What is the proper and polite response to, "You're hair is getting long"?

How do airplanes stay up? (Not very original, but I truly do wonder.)

Boys don't cry.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Pluto IS a planet

I am slowly training myself in the art of being alone. I like people much too much and have the most difficult of times in solitude, mostly because I'm terribly impatient and generally uncreative as far as personal entertainment goes. When I'm alone I read a book, which I now count as cheating because while reading a book I'm really not alone at all.

Tonight I sat in my front room. I cleaned my bedroom. I listened to my mix cd from Noah. I wrote some lines. I got dressed and then got dressed again. I changed my shoes. I sat on my front porch.I looked for my lost hair bow. I sat on my couch. I sat and thought. I had my whole empty house to fill up with my thinking.

"I'll see you sometime, sometimes lonely isn't sad."

Try hanging out with yourself on a Saturday night.

Alice in Wonderland

A pretty little folk song for a pretty diamond day.


Saturday, May 7, 2011

It's been a vampire sort of weekend

The sun sang down with merry heat
we tried to dance away.
It slowly shaped and tangled us
girls in sky blue dresses.

We're so close to summer. Do you remember what it feels like?