happy birthday

i love you.
we all love you.

i miss you.
we all miss you...



we all break the same way

lenka

i'm just a little girl lost in the moment.

i'm so scared, but i don't show it.

i looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest, said
'do your best and destroy me. see, i've been to hell
and back so many times i must admit you kind of bore me...'

light

i fell
very slowly
floating into sleep
beneath
the tree
my skirt spreading
through the autumn leaves
the book
balanced on my knee
i fell into dreaming
of stories
and pictures
and words
in black and white
in vintage light
of evil deeds
and kings.
i curled myself
against the roots
and laid my cheek
against the chill breeze
that whispered terrible things
to me
secrets, it said
but i knew they were lies
even those words
i knew i could never
swallow
that i choked on
every time
of men with lips
and wings
who sailed in yellow ships
in the pale moonlight
and all assortments
of things.

telepathy

sometimes i wonder if i actually speak my thoughts aloud as a sort of running narration to my life. because somehow, everyone always knows what i am thinking...

captive

i run through the waist deep sea of gold and green. if i sit down and look up, i can imagine that i actually smaller than i am. but i have never had trouble feeling awfully small and somewhat powerless anyway. that part comes naturally.

but here i can lie on my back and admire the clouds and feel the wind and forget about every single thing...

flowers

the girl presently came across a narcissist. the narcissist had recently lost something of great value.



"ah," cried the narcissist, eager to have someone else's ears for their own praises to fall upon. "yesterday night, i misplaced something of significance to me" continued the narcissist. "most of those in my position would be weeping, or at the very least, crestfallen. but as you can see, i am not affected. this proves how not worldly i am. i am not materialistic."



the narcissist awaited admiration.



"doesn't that only prove how materialistic you are?" thought the girl, "that everything has no value and therefore it is of no consequence when it is lost?"
"people are indeed very strange."



the girl continued on her way.

i wouldn't call it fear

my dreams wake me up at night. i have always been a vivid dreamer. the dreams that you do not forget the next morning or the next day. dreams of sirens and transparent people and sea monsters and rabbit holes and bullet wounds.
so i lay in my bathtub and memorize the ceiling tiles, one by one.