transitions in yellow
Her head is going to burst with yet another little white lie.
She doesn’t scream at the next faceless friend running to her
for help while she can’t seem to remember her own name or the
reason for feeling misplaced. Like an old gift that she cannot
throw out because someone gave it to her. She fears that the
next word out of her mouth is going to get stuck in a scream.
Fast-forward; Play…
Red wine is the antidote to any boundaries. She takes another
sip and counts the drops falling into her heart, passing into
her blood flow, then asks the world,
“What is the meaning of life? Why get up in the morning?”
The phone beeps, and she receives this perfectly valid
message: “Answer to your question: love".
On some Friday nights, the world makes sense for a few hours.
Fast-forward; Play…
For some strange reason, the sun is shining today. Snow has
washed the world clean; she gets up in the afternoon, drinks a
cup of coffee and starts over.
-mi
[no, i didn't write that..
just made me smile when i read it]
She doesn’t scream at the next faceless friend running to her
for help while she can’t seem to remember her own name or the
reason for feeling misplaced. Like an old gift that she cannot
throw out because someone gave it to her. She fears that the
next word out of her mouth is going to get stuck in a scream.
Fast-forward; Play…
Red wine is the antidote to any boundaries. She takes another
sip and counts the drops falling into her heart, passing into
her blood flow, then asks the world,
“What is the meaning of life? Why get up in the morning?”
The phone beeps, and she receives this perfectly valid
message: “Answer to your question: love".
On some Friday nights, the world makes sense for a few hours.
Fast-forward; Play…
For some strange reason, the sun is shining today. Snow has
washed the world clean; she gets up in the afternoon, drinks a
cup of coffee and starts over.
-mi
[no, i didn't write that..
just made me smile when i read it]