I am a cup of tea with one too many sugars.
I am your least favourite song on repeat.
I am your worst enemy.
I am the sea that washes away your sandcastle.
I am the scratch on your new bicycle.
I am the single dark cloud in a brilliant blue sky.
I am the tear in your favourite dress that you just can’t seem to mend.
I am a headache that refuses to go away.
I am your best friend.
September 2007
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September 30, 2007
September 30, 2007
Chalk lines stretch out as far as the eye can see along the path that leads away from the playground. Children leave this sanctuary out of curiosity, to follow the lines down the path to discover what lies ahead. A light rain gently sprinkles a comforting moisture over the surroundings, a stark contrast to the imminent disaster that will occur regarding the curious ones. The laughing of the children grows fainter as their outlines fade away into the distance, never again to be seen in this world.
September 27, 2007
Right, so you put the pellet-type thing in the see through mug, yeah? And then you add boiling water. And very slowly, the pellet thing starts to open up. Eventually, it opens up completely and it is actually a marigold with jasmine flowers in it. And there you go; the perfect cup of Chinese jasmine tea. Seriously. It’s so cool. 
September 25, 2007
Damson, crimson, copper, peach
Why is love so out of reach?
No feelings of joy can fill my heart
When others and I are far apart
Copper, crimson, damson, peach
What good does this lesson teach?
Flesh and blood and bones askew
Only the strong could make it through
Crimson, copper, damson, peach
Inadequacy drains me like a leech
Sky so blue and grass so green
No longer for myself are seen
Damson, copper, crimson, peach
Why is love so out of reach?
Hatred fills my every pore
There to stay, my flesh to store
September 24, 2007
Person One: You need to move, there is a car coming.
Person Two: Good.
September 17, 2007
I was thinking this morning (I know, impossible to imagine) and it made me a little sad. Not the process of thinking itself, but what I was thinking about. You see, I have realised that I have not been able to feel the same way about Ralph Lauren Hot since a certain person told me they liked it. Of course it still smells exactly the same, and I do still like that smell, but it has some not so great memories attached to it now. And it is one of those annoying things where the memories would have been good before, but due to more recent goings on, they are bad memories because I miss how good things were.I went to a funeral today; my great aunt’s. It made me really aware of death. I hate being consciously aware of death, because dying is one of my greatest fears, and even though as a Christian I believe that death is not the end, I can’t help not wanting to die. It is the actual dying (verb) that I do not like the idea of. It also made me really want to start going to church again, more than I have wanted to for a while. I think it is because religion is such a comfort, no matter what situation you are in. I like knowing that God will always love me and be there for me, even if no one else is there for me.
Anyway, I am feeling really terrible, so I will stop typing now.
September 12, 2007
A lament, with brief references to Autumn, and serving no real purpose
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The leaves are falling all around, softly hitting harder ground. The wind whispers his lullaby, as weeping angels close their eyes. They’ll drift into a dreamworld soon, with all illuminated by the moon and soon they’ll find they dream no more, this dreamworld’s real, safe and pure and here they’ll stay forever more. The leaves are falling all around, softly hitting harder ground. The wind whispers his lullaby, as once again an angel dies.
September 4, 2007
Reason is irrelevant. Anger overrides empathy. You often find you can’t forgive anymore. You’ve been let down too many times. But you’ll work through this. You’ll build up the trust again. Won’t you? After all, other people are only figures erected out of flesh, blood, bones and skin, just like you. You are not so different. But you say that doesn’t matter. You are stubborn. Listen to the explanation. Consider the circumstances. Make it all better. He can kiss all of the anger and hurt away.
