In ten days, I will be in California, and my heart could not be happier!
No, wait . . . that's a lie. My heart will be happier tomorrow, when I'm down to nine days.
My heart will be happier when it's Saturday night, and I can't sleep, because I'm too excited.
My heart will be happier in the MSP airport, and happier still in... Read More
Stormi Kai feels more loved than ever.
And she's unbelievably happy about it.
There have been so many things in my life that have eschewed explaination.
But for once, I don't have a single question ringing out.
It is.
It is, and it will be.
It's funny how a week and some odd hours can affect someone so deeply, making every moment better than the last. All for the simple sake of the count down.
I am thankful, for so very many things.
"Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that I've tried. . . "
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
Stupid everyone, beating me at the chance to answer your riddle. *grumbles*
And heck yes, you'll see me at Prom! I haven't bought the plane tickets yet 'cos I've got two siblings graduating this spring, and as it turns out, flights between Salt Lake City and the Midwest in general but Minneapolis in particular are way, way expensive--but flights between Salt Lake City and San Francisco are way cheap(er), so I'll definitely be there.
Bronchitis. Which is better than Pneumonia, which is what they thought I had. I have some cough syrup with codeine, and a bunch of antibiotics. One of which is actually for pneumonia, so it looks... Read More
Friends list just got cleaned out. If we don't really talk, or I don't see you often in real life, you're probably gone. If you'd still like to stick around, let me know, and I'll fix it.
Also - I still feel like I have "the consumption." Or possibly, "the TB." My lungs, they hurt. They hurt, bad.
Yes, I know Charles Dickens didn't actually get paid by the word, but I thought "There's a certain charm to coming in installments" might be a bit too risque.
♥