January 2011
10 posts
When I close my eyes, beautiful things can happen. The inside of my eyelids are a canvas, and my mind is the paint. Oil pastels. Pencils.
I can create whatever I want. I can pretend that the world that I grow up in, and that my kids will grow up in, is peaceful. I can pretend that we are void of uneducated bigots. That religion does not define who you are. That the skin color you posses is...
Mud Puddle.
Mud puddles are almost addicting to splash in. It’s like you’re a kid again. You pull those rain boots up, march on over to the puddle in confidence, and take one big leap in. You swish the dirt and sand around. It’s like a snow globe. You shake it all up and watch it fall. You want to get lost. You want to forget it all.
“You make the call to make my day, in your message say my name. Your talk is all...”
– Jason Mraz
Anesthesia.
They gave me laughing gas because I was afraid of the pain. I asked them not to tell me when. Tourniquet set, so hard I feel like I will lose all circulation in my arm. I’m laughing. I don’t know if it’s because of the pain, or if it’s because of the laughing gas. It was weird, though. Falling asleep and waking up all within the same moment. I wish I could do it all the...
Dear Hypocrite,
Dear Hypocrite,
I cannot figure out how you can claim to be something so peaceful, then turn around and tell someone to kill themselves. That no one loves them. That no one ever will. I can’t fathom ever saying such horrible things. I can be a bitch sometimes too, but there is a fine line between bitch, and flat out crazy. I hope for the sake of you and the people around you that you find...
