so, i feel like i've forgotten what writing feels like...

these keys feel strange underneath my fingers.  i type everyday, but not for myself anymore.  i miss that.  i miss this.

 

 

...if only i could unravel my mind. with words.
that would be nice.

 

i'd like to feel a little more weightless.  too many thoughts crammed inside one over-loaded brain....

 

hide and seek
             seek and you'll find
                                    finder's fee
                            

be the only kind

it was like watching the air leak out of a balloon...
how quickly deflated she became.

the happiness melted from her face
like the icing from her cake

he wasn't coming
and she knew it
and this would be another party to forget

another day to tuck away.

she slipped a tiny candle into her pocket when her mother wasn't looking...
a token of her wish
that would never come true

licking icing off her fingers, she slid down, quietly from her chair
and tip toed off to her room to hide her newly acquired treasure...

the musty smell greeted her as she lifted the lid from the faded pink shoe box...

she placed the 7th candle in the box.
the candles kept company with other various trinkets:
3 or 4 christmas bows, a dance program, a dollar from the tooth fairy, a blue ribbon, a plastic ring, a bouncy ball, a plastic egg, a fake flower, and 2 chinese fingertraps.

sydney couldn't remember what her dad looked like
not that it mattered
she had confined him to a shoe box of missed moments.

delicately placing the lid back on her box
she shoved him back under her bed

and that's where she intended to keep him.

my favorite scene from this weekend:

little braeden down by the ocean, curiously eying the various shells and such in the sand.  i saw his eyes travel a little further than his feet where he spotted a pine cone.  i could see the wheels turning and even the little head tilt. i knew he was wondering how such a commonplace object ended up in our magical getaway. he looked up at me with his brown eyes a'twinklin' and said, "Pine cones don't live at the beach!  They live in spring!"

and with that said, he decisively picked up this supposed intruder and chucked him into the ocean.

brushing his hands off, he turned back at me flashing a grin of pure satisfaction.



loooove it. :)

 

 

1) flaming hot cheetos
2) forensic files
3) cedric disco black (teh cutest kitten ever)
4) the world/inferno friendship society
5) bubbles
6) sea foooood
7) my nana yellow lighter (may it rip...until i get a new one)
8) sidewalk chalk
9) bone crusherrrrs...
10) my boy!

 

and now i'm off to create a special email account solely for communicating with my angel!