A far cry from a prince...

Remember when i went away? Remember when i called you and cried into my end of the phone?
"Where is my little rose? Has the sheep got to her? The elements, maybe?" Surrounded by the unending beauty of the European countryside all I wanted was to be with my rose.
Now is not so different. I must return to you, my little rose. You have sent me messages from your end of the phone this time too, and you are also crying. You have described to me the sheep's suggestive glances. And now I am wondering if I forgot your glass bowl...
So i will fall into the sand as a tree does (without a sound).

I love you, my rose.
And I'm sorry I left your teddy on the underground.

Le Jour d'Avant- Yann Tiersen

get out

i keep blinking and it takes hours
there was something about living that i used to know quite well. i have forgotten it while blinking somewhere...
on the warm grass of the arbouritum; in between the edges of a most amazing home; in the heart of a man i am learning; in the backseat of a borrowed van listening to good-bye sounds and cries of "you're not ready yet"; in the last few rows of a movie theater; in this stale, helpless box with sadly hopeful faces looking on to where i will be; on a seat in the subway that i just didn't want to share...
so now all i can do is wrack my brain to try and find what piece fell out. it consumes me until i get back (to the top and i turn and i got for a ride)
and then my mind is a rubix cube upon completion; being set back on the shelf, done and waiting patiently to become confused again.

"you're not ready."
thanks brain, i think i'm finally okay with that.

(see simon: as a teddy bear without a map to the picnic)
(see annie: giving a fuck to stuart)

shitcake

my sister and i made a tribute cake...
to shit-kickers.

going to ikea

'cause everyone i know is too comfortable with their lives to want be a part of change.

and everyone i know is leaving for the weekend with tickets to the game.