herewegoagain365
I'm in shape!
(My shape just happens to be round.)
Wander wonder
Wonderland--
Someone told me that was the meaning of life. That the natural state of man was inherently curious--we were meant to wander and wonder, to explore the world and to want to learn as much as we can.
So why am I in Spanish class, bored and on the Internet?
You used to love my hair.
That's what you said, anyway--it was one of my best features, you said, and then you'd run your fingers through the strands like you'd never seen anything like them before--and when you accidentally got tangled in a clump, your face looked so innocently apologetic. Like you were worried you'd break me or something.
I went to the barber's last week.
so there's this park, right, and in this park there's a bench (sheltered by some trees, but the trees aren't really important to this story)
and there's a boy who comes every weekend (saturday afternoons, always exactly at 4) and sits there
and i take a walk every weekend (saturday afternoons, always around 4)
and he looks pretty friendly
looks like he's waiting for something (someone?), and i want to ask him what (who?)
but i never do.
screwdriver, hammer, bolt, wrench--
i wrench myself away
from you
because i don't (can't) want this anymore
it's not enough, you (or maybe it's me or we) are not enough
the last bolt is tightened
that's what my legs are--
jelly jelly jelly--
shaking so much i can barely walk in a straight line.
i manage, though, and i walk
one step, then another, and another
and yet i'm not getting anywhere.
The glass fell and shattered.
She supposed she should do something about it, really, about all the glittering shards lying on the floor. That's what one did, wasn't it? Picked up the pieces and threw them in the trash and moved on with one's life?
But she wasn't the one who dropped it in the first place.
So I'm supposed to be reading "Death of a Salesman" for English, right, but I can't.
I don't know why.
I just can't.
It's like... like playing hide-and-seek in the basement, and someone finds you, and you're It, so you count and everything. But when you open your eyes again no one's there, and you can't find anyone.
You just can't.
I have actually finished almost everything I wanted to accomplish today!
I'm headed for the moon, baby.
It's that nice feeling when an answer to a math problem just works perfectly, and it clicks, and it's beautiful.
Or maybe it's a crossword puzzle, or sudoku, or a jumble, and you even did it in pen.
if only life was as simple as it is on paper.
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