I GO HUMBLE

I go humble
you're so curiously pure
only before you I'm humble

I go humble
you amaze me
only before you I'm humble

I should be arrested
for my emotional stunts
only before you I'm humble

I'm queen of provocation
I wake people up
only before you I'm humble

I go humble
I adore you
only before you I'm humble

I should be arrested
for my emotional stunts
only before you I'm humble

What's with all this about searching for truth. You can't even find your reflection in the pool. And she says and she says that she's ready for her for her task but I'm not so sure. You can you can write a thousand pages on the corner of your smile but you but you can't, no, put your finger on it. You'll separate the world before you before you even get out of bed. But you you just might you just might you just might

My dream was about a castle made of ice and aurora. We scaled the walls with picks and warm boots, and our coats were the colour of christmas. You told me of the snowflake on my eyelash, and I wanted to hold it and behold it and to examine it's structure for just a second, but my impatient breath took it away from me. It looked like a teardrop on the corner of my fingernail. When we had come to an aquamarine-coloured plateau, we laid down and rested on the warmest blanket. My breath turned to snow on the wind and blew down onto the valley below. So this is where snow comes from I thought on that platform thousands of feet up. The moon had moved halway across the sky when we started to climb again, inchworms back up the trunk of a tree. Now, were we going or were we returning? I wasn't altogether certain. The ice chipped around the pick, melting from the warmth of my body. I found, to my delight, that it dissolved into hot cocoa, spicy and warm in the way of chai tea with warm milk, not sweet but satisfying.

I want to watch some Grey's Anatomy, but I have to watch Dr.Strangelove for International Relations and try to catch up on some reading. Tomorrow is the Santa Claus Parade and I want to go with my sister and watch her watch it. That way it's more fun. I hope that this is the desire for my sister's happiness and not that decayed abhorrent lust for things youthful that seems to seep into and claim people as they age. I want nothing clouding her skyscape.

Mom called and told me she wanted to watch little women. It's funny how lame it sounds, but it's like re-living a sliver of life from that small house in the country, when the world was so much bigger. Now I can zoom in on that house from a satellite in space. Hmm.

random thought

If I were a pothead, I would be really really fat.