sorry...we're fresh out of sense
if i were a bucket of dirt, in the middle of me somewhere would be a box. pandora’s box to be exact. and sometimes this here bucket needs to open that box and let some of its contents fly out and away, but when i dig, i can’t find the box. can’t find the latch, the lock, or the key. and the digging is so tiring and awkward from this side. don’t you have a shovel and made-for-labor arms? dig it up for me would you?
wait.
i changed my mind. if you dug, and found pandora’s box, and it opened for you like it won’t for me, would i be a bucket of dirt any longer? i fear not. dirt would be worms in your eyes. no…it is better this way.
this morning, i realized i beat a demon. tonight i let it come back. stories are so black and white but battles are only gray.
and the past is never past.
tomorrow i get to wear a pretty dress all day! heehee! please laugh when i fall!! :P
the weather today was exquisite. the sun is my sunshine, so please don’t take my sunshine away.
wait.
i changed my mind. if you dug, and found pandora’s box, and it opened for you like it won’t for me, would i be a bucket of dirt any longer? i fear not. dirt would be worms in your eyes. no…it is better this way.
this morning, i realized i beat a demon. tonight i let it come back. stories are so black and white but battles are only gray.
and the past is never past.
tomorrow i get to wear a pretty dress all day! heehee! please laugh when i fall!! :P
the weather today was exquisite. the sun is my sunshine, so please don’t take my sunshine away.