She believes there is a Santa Claus.  She believes he exists.  She believes he brings tidings of Christmas each year.  Never has he forgotten her, never has he left her heart un reminded.  He is a loyal old Saint Nick, oh he is loyal and real ( Read more... )

 I can't deny it.  There is a small hint of anger I find that comes at the small injustice of it all.  But more than that is the large feeling of life that I was left with.

Sometimes I force myself to remember the whole experience.  Always as a last resort or a final push.  It helps propell me forward when I find myself halted in fear, at the ( Read more... )

From her lips to....There are many things she would like to say, many stories she would like to tell you.  Important stories with important endings.  Words you should hear, and let in, to force your eyes open.  She would like to offer these stories to you as proof that she does indeed live her life.  In world choking on the gluttony of achievments ( Read more... )

And it's you and me in the summertime
We'll be hand and hand down in the park,
With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye 
And all the sunshine banishes the dark.
And it's you I need in the summertime,
As I turn my white skin red
Two peas from the same pod, yes we are
Or have I read too much fiction...
Is this how it happens?
How does it ( Read more... )

The summer had always been the cruelest to her.  Which, when she thought about, didn't surprise her in the least.  The snow, the rain, sat by her bed and stroked her hair.  The cold weather had a way of crawling under the covers with her and looking at her with sympathetic clouds.  "I know" it would say.  "It's such a tragedy" it would say.  The ( Read more... )

Days like this make me want to close my door,  hang blankets over my windows, and put the same song on repeat.

So I did.

And then I thought about my heart and how it got dropped four months ago.  I thought about it the way you might remember a horrible car accident.  You think of it in a general way because if you remember it completley the pain ( Read more... )

I've never felt more capable than I have in the past week.  This was an astounding week.  So astounding that I can't describe it yet.  Not in any way that would do it justice.  Maybe later, in a few weeks, maybe.

Who was I three months ago?  I don't even know.  I can't find that girl anymore.  I don't feel like her anymore.  Literally.  My skin ( Read more... )

And so it was that every relationship opened more of herself to the world and of course, to her.  Every person led her down another corridor, to another door, to another wing, of herself.  And now that she knew this, she was running.  Down the corridors, through the doors, into the wings.  And the faster she ran the longer they were, the wider they ( Read more... )

It's funny you know, the seasons of things?  Sometimes a relationship can seem like one long summer, and one day you wake up and you realize it's winter.  You wake up and you realize you've changed inexplicably.  You can't  make the snow of your winter dissapear, you can't turn back time, and no, you don't really want to.  It can be a lonely ( Read more... )

Yesterday I hated you more than I've hated anyone in my life.  Really.

In the 4th grade these 3 girls tormented me.  They did everything they could to make my day a living hell, and for weeks my days were a living hell and going to school was the worst punishment anyone could have ever given me.  I hated those girls with every fiber of my being.

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