Munchkin Mansion
This one's for you Steve:
I was dining at the Munchkin Mansion on Sunday. In fact I got there Saturday night. I was hoping to have some sort of reception, but the hospitality of the residents was especially low. I found myself wandering around the castle looking at the tapestries hanging on the walls. They are fantastic, but I have seen them before. I went to the roof and watched the stars. I made some of the younger munchkins laugh. It was nice to see their faces. The oompa loompa was there. He sat at the head table, and continued to think well of himself. He has so many of the munchkins fooled.
You know what, I don't want to do this either. I am losing my friends, and there is nothing I can do. I was told that I would always have a place, but my social circle is spinning away from me, and everyone in it is perfectly happy with the centrifugal sensation it brings. I guess that is what I get for being me.
"You always belong here." He said it to me, and I believe him. Am I naive?
I spent a miserable day in the paint shed. Has anyone else cried in a respirator? It was grey and rainy, and very solitary. I know this feeling, I have felt it before. Last time I moved out of the house, and found a boyfriend. This time I won't have to move out of my house at least.
By the way, thank you Dave, for helping me out so much three years ago.
Speaking of Donna, Jason works with her. You know, she isn't in the useless pile. It would be neat to see her again. She was my best friend. And I lost her. And you know what, that was really hard. But there was so many other things involved. This time there is just a boy. "fuck you, for existing in the first place", but I guess people aren't always as solid as you think. I just don't like this feeling. This slipping feeling. Its hard to imagine life without her, yet I can feel her walking away. Who am I to blame? I am the one who needs a break, and needs to go traipsing all over this stupid province to do it. Speaking of which, I might be going to Avonlea tonight. Stupid snow. But I am not allowed to be selfish. If I knew how to resolve it I might be ok, but I am clearly lost. Maybe I think I am more important to people than I really am.
A lonely swallow finds her way back home to see the sand eroded and nothing is left for her.
Through all of this silent soul searching I find myself really missing my sister.
I was dining at the Munchkin Mansion on Sunday. In fact I got there Saturday night. I was hoping to have some sort of reception, but the hospitality of the residents was especially low. I found myself wandering around the castle looking at the tapestries hanging on the walls. They are fantastic, but I have seen them before. I went to the roof and watched the stars. I made some of the younger munchkins laugh. It was nice to see their faces. The oompa loompa was there. He sat at the head table, and continued to think well of himself. He has so many of the munchkins fooled.
You know what, I don't want to do this either. I am losing my friends, and there is nothing I can do. I was told that I would always have a place, but my social circle is spinning away from me, and everyone in it is perfectly happy with the centrifugal sensation it brings. I guess that is what I get for being me.
"You always belong here." He said it to me, and I believe him. Am I naive?
I spent a miserable day in the paint shed. Has anyone else cried in a respirator? It was grey and rainy, and very solitary. I know this feeling, I have felt it before. Last time I moved out of the house, and found a boyfriend. This time I won't have to move out of my house at least.
By the way, thank you Dave, for helping me out so much three years ago.
Speaking of Donna, Jason works with her. You know, she isn't in the useless pile. It would be neat to see her again. She was my best friend. And I lost her. And you know what, that was really hard. But there was so many other things involved. This time there is just a boy. "fuck you, for existing in the first place", but I guess people aren't always as solid as you think. I just don't like this feeling. This slipping feeling. Its hard to imagine life without her, yet I can feel her walking away. Who am I to blame? I am the one who needs a break, and needs to go traipsing all over this stupid province to do it. Speaking of which, I might be going to Avonlea tonight. Stupid snow. But I am not allowed to be selfish. If I knew how to resolve it I might be ok, but I am clearly lost. Maybe I think I am more important to people than I really am.
A lonely swallow finds her way back home to see the sand eroded and nothing is left for her.
Through all of this silent soul searching I find myself really missing my sister.