There is a Cranky Crab in my Pants. Mmm...Crab. *drool*
The days of heroics and simple individuality are over. Now, you're either a villan, a martyr, or a nobody follower of one.
Besides this last bit of satire, I'm actually feeling better today.
Now, back to raking. AKA, the grueling process of forming blisters on the creases of your hand and getting pine needels in your shorts. Yay.
No, really, I'm okay now. I just still miss Ro. I talked to Angela yesterday, who just lost her baby horse. I said something like this...:
"You know, before Roanna died, I thought all those songs singing words such as 'These wounds will never heal' were just a load of emo bullshit. Now that Ro's gone, I see the truth in it. Maybe it's only half true, though. Maybe, for me at least, it's that the wounds will eventually heal, but they're opened every now and then by something."
We agreed on it.
Sometimes I'm okay when I think about Ro. Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting myself worked up, and have no reason to cry. [I cry. A lot. ] But I always miss her. I guess I always will. Maybe there will be one day that I won't think about her, a day so happy, no demon from the past can come back to haunt me. But many happy things remind me about Roanna, and sometimes those things make me smile, sometimes cry, sometimes both, sometimes just sit down for a long, quiet time of nothingness. Yeah, I got wounds to show, I got a story I can talk about, I got deep stuff to write songs about...
And I forgot where I was going with that. Oh well.
Besides, Roanna isn't a demon.
Now I'm off to rake.
Life is weird.
Besides this last bit of satire, I'm actually feeling better today.
Now, back to raking. AKA, the grueling process of forming blisters on the creases of your hand and getting pine needels in your shorts. Yay.
No, really, I'm okay now. I just still miss Ro. I talked to Angela yesterday, who just lost her baby horse. I said something like this...:
"You know, before Roanna died, I thought all those songs singing words such as 'These wounds will never heal' were just a load of emo bullshit. Now that Ro's gone, I see the truth in it. Maybe it's only half true, though. Maybe, for me at least, it's that the wounds will eventually heal, but they're opened every now and then by something."
We agreed on it.
Sometimes I'm okay when I think about Ro. Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting myself worked up, and have no reason to cry. [I cry. A lot. ] But I always miss her. I guess I always will. Maybe there will be one day that I won't think about her, a day so happy, no demon from the past can come back to haunt me. But many happy things remind me about Roanna, and sometimes those things make me smile, sometimes cry, sometimes both, sometimes just sit down for a long, quiet time of nothingness. Yeah, I got wounds to show, I got a story I can talk about, I got deep stuff to write songs about...
And I forgot where I was going with that. Oh well.
Besides, Roanna isn't a demon.
Now I'm off to rake.
Life is weird.