Three things that will always create contentment and happiness in a heart that's down and dark:
2) Fresh-baked, homemade apple crisp.
3) A loving friend.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
I walked down the street in the dew dress. The moon was gibbous, the stones were dark. I read the sign on the window, it said: "We hire those for sale." I turned away, looking for the soul that I had lost. I was Royal Violet, but meant naught. The moon was clothed in rolling moisture, which fell softly to roll down my face. I whispered, "I am no longer." Then I continued on.
Friday, December 5, 2008
I saw a penguin made of fire. His name was Kagi. He liked to fly around and get pats on the head. He loved to sit under the full moon next to ... the fire. He was a good friend of mine. I know that somewhere, he is happy and very fiery. Sleep safe, Kagi.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I love people. I wish they loved each other. People can be so kind; they can also be so cruel. A mother who beats her child. A policeman father who punches his daughter. People going into war. And yet, there are also the wonderful people who adopt those children as family and show them true love and kindness. This is my dream. If I live long enough to have the ability of adoption, I will do everything in my power to help. I will take in Waifs and Strays. I will live my life in servitude. I will make life worth living. I will love.