Strange Mood ?
She ties feathers in her hair in hopes of being labeled mysterious.
"A child at heart" she calls herself and hops in puddles and smears chocolate on her face.
In silence, darkness drapes her face as she stares into a candle.
"Tiger lilies are my favorite!" she tells the boys...but she has forgotten the way they smell and the way the petals stretch open like a star.
She puts on make-up, buys new clothes, and splashes them with sandalwood. She comes home at three sometimes feeling sad for no reason at all. But when she imagines things like deer hunched over streams when no one is looking and pulls the blankets over her shoulders she sleeps well.
When she was little she wanted to be a veterinarian, then a teacher. Today she doesn't know what she wants but is still going to college to find...something? (and she is very scared).
She knows she likes to sing and act and paint and play...but life is no yellow brick road.
If she could choose, she would just be a little bird (but then wearing feathers in her hair wouldn't be mysterious at all).
"A child at heart" she calls herself and hops in puddles and smears chocolate on her face.
In silence, darkness drapes her face as she stares into a candle.
"Tiger lilies are my favorite!" she tells the boys...but she has forgotten the way they smell and the way the petals stretch open like a star.
She puts on make-up, buys new clothes, and splashes them with sandalwood. She comes home at three sometimes feeling sad for no reason at all. But when she imagines things like deer hunched over streams when no one is looking and pulls the blankets over her shoulders she sleeps well.
When she was little she wanted to be a veterinarian, then a teacher. Today she doesn't know what she wants but is still going to college to find...something? (and she is very scared).
She knows she likes to sing and act and paint and play...but life is no yellow brick road.
If she could choose, she would just be a little bird (but then wearing feathers in her hair wouldn't be mysterious at all).