Stay beautiful
There are six roses left over from Valentine’s Day sitting in a vase. The edges have blackened; all but one rose is drooping. I can’t keep roses alive for more than two days. Plant life is fickle and so is the weather. I’ve always wanted to ask the guy with the bouquet of flowers who tends to the designs in strawberry fields, how he manages to keep them alive. Buying new ones every day is expensive but I suppose the rewards are enough. He’s dedicated to preserving the memory or aura. I feel so good after sitting on a bench and staring at the peace sign made out of purple morning glories and yellow carnations. I get paranoid the wind will catch on so all will float up and disappear as broken bits of rainbows and posterity. Once, a butterfly stayed on my hand for a whole hour. I never felt such joy.
I hope ya’ll caught Mew Mew’s debut yesterday morning. Every Saturday morning at 8am my voice will wake sleeping ears and light up growing eyes. Empowerment will filter in electronic tints and wavelengths to teach a lesson in environment and love. Plus it’s all good anime fun.
[I’ve held on longer than I could, twenty-two months seem to be my limit. Thank you for making it interesting. My heart especially goes out to Free even if you’re gone, Greg, Jerry, Mike, Sheryl, Channing and of course, Chris. Email cheapandevilgirl@hotmail.com, if anything. I’ll see y’all around.]
I hope ya’ll caught Mew Mew’s debut yesterday morning. Every Saturday morning at 8am my voice will wake sleeping ears and light up growing eyes. Empowerment will filter in electronic tints and wavelengths to teach a lesson in environment and love. Plus it’s all good anime fun.
[I’ve held on longer than I could, twenty-two months seem to be my limit. Thank you for making it interesting. My heart especially goes out to Free even if you’re gone, Greg, Jerry, Mike, Sheryl, Channing and of course, Chris. Email cheapandevilgirl@hotmail.com, if anything. I’ll see y’all around.]