Reading an email from over a year ago I found this quote, courtesy of myself:
"I'm kind of just hoping that Prince Charming shows up soon. I'm getting sick of looking for him and never finding him. No wonder Rapunzel hid in a tower and Sleeping Beauty conked out."
I miss that girl, who knew how to laugh even when she started to cry. I know she's in me, but I need to remember how to write and dance and sing.
No matter what, I won't give up on my happy ending.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday Black-and-Blues
I left the sanctuary of my apartment as the sun set, the last warm rays glistening off the snow-topped mountains to the west. The wind whispered gently and my mp3 player kept me warm.
During my meeting-that-wasn't and class I was warm, enjoying the company and laughter, with trickles of fancy bubbling within me.
As I walked home the air was so sharp and thin and cold around me my breath fogged and clung to my face as the only other warmth in the world. Despite the whipping wind and the rushing traffic the darkness felt like a friend, and as I walked without a light I couldn't be seen by the others, secure in my shadowy realm.
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone?
During my meeting-that-wasn't and class I was warm, enjoying the company and laughter, with trickles of fancy bubbling within me.
As I walked home the air was so sharp and thin and cold around me my breath fogged and clung to my face as the only other warmth in the world. Despite the whipping wind and the rushing traffic the darkness felt like a friend, and as I walked without a light I couldn't be seen by the others, secure in my shadowy realm.
Tell me what you thought about when you were gone and so alone?
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