We'll be sitting in the summer sun and before you know, I'll burst into a million pink petals and I'll fly away with the breeze. Away. From the glorious you.
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I am lusting after Oranges. Mandarin Oranges.
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And that reminds me, Winter is here. And my lower lip looks like a pink orange.
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I missed you today, so I packed you a lunch. I hope you liked it.
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I painted my nails yellow. I feel 16 again. Yay? Yay.
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Is a woman beautiful only if men find her beautiful?
Does a woman's perspective matter at all?
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The sheer stupidity on this planet amazes me. Sometimes I wonder if expecting basic, bare minimum intelligence from people is asking for too much.
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Sometimes I wonder if I am stuck in a really bad novel.
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I have come to realise that I don't like very good people. I just can't stand the very nice, chaste, extremely moral ones. I like them with a hint of bad. I guess I can never really be friends with the lilly white or the sweet soul or the white knight. I will care for them, I will even be nice to them, but the one I love will always have a little darkness, a little black, a dirty spot.
The rose with the thorns. The beautiful lotus that grows in the muddy pond. The garden with the snake.
I feel comfortable around them.
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