waiting for you to wake.....
sleep, is still not getting here, and the room is being illuminated by the computers blinking lights and the warm hum of crickets outside my window.
i can see one star through the window above my head. my father believes that i should put a curtain on this window, but i can't stand the thought of shuting out the night. i think soon i will go and stand barefoot in the cool grass. really, its the best part of living where i live...civilization hardly exist, and when it gets warm i find myself waundering through the woods and standing by a lake that reflects the world above like a mirror of black glass.
life is beauty, and beauty is life.
that star is calling out to me, it seems to be caught in the oak tree branches. i surely hope the sky does not tear, then the glitter it holds will fall to the earth and you will all miss it as you sleep; i alone will know of the truth-it is what makes me smile.
love, luck, lollipops.
Carly
i can see one star through the window above my head. my father believes that i should put a curtain on this window, but i can't stand the thought of shuting out the night. i think soon i will go and stand barefoot in the cool grass. really, its the best part of living where i live...civilization hardly exist, and when it gets warm i find myself waundering through the woods and standing by a lake that reflects the world above like a mirror of black glass.
life is beauty, and beauty is life.
that star is calling out to me, it seems to be caught in the oak tree branches. i surely hope the sky does not tear, then the glitter it holds will fall to the earth and you will all miss it as you sleep; i alone will know of the truth-it is what makes me smile.
love, luck, lollipops.
Carly