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She's the girl who sits and watches while others live a charmed life. The girl loves to write but doesn't know if she's any good at it. She loves rainbow sprinkled ice cream on a rainy day. She loves to take walks with the wind blowing. Giggling should be made a career. She tells you her secrets in not so many words.

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    • Monday, October 15, 2007 1:33 PM


    Sometimes you want to turn your head upside down.
    Just so images appear right side up inside your eyes. Just so you're able to fool your brain into a 'Huh?'. Just so you know that that super-cool-you-can-do-anything-with-me device lodged at the very top of your mechanism still functions.And sometimes just because a song inspired you to do so.
    And when I see you, I really see you upside down.
    But my brain knows better, it picks you up and turns you around (turns you around).

    It's that weather out. That weather where you sit and stare at clouds that are not there but you sit and stare anyway. You never get bored of staring because you sincerely will that by staring, the you that you hope to stare away goes away. You hug your knees close, occasionally thinking those thoughts that you pushed away knowing full well that it is a feat much impossible to accomplish.
    And I thought I could, can't get my mind off you.

    But you know how sometimes you listen closely and you hear something so funny, you have to chuckle out loud. And you do so when no one else thinks it's funny but you're so tickled you have to go on. That feeling makes up for everything. That secret joke that you never want to share because explaining will kill the ticklishness becomes the rainbow on top of having a rainy day.
    The glove compartment isn't accurately named.
    And everybody knows it.
    So I'm proposing, a swift orderly change.
    'Cause behind it's door, there's nothing to keep my fingers warm.

    Then it comes down to fingering the hem of your skirt simply because it happens to be the most constant thing in your life at the moment. Your fingers line the white thread as it weaves in and out and you think of the thoughts that went through the tailor's mind as he/she was designing the skirt. Are you wearing the skirt as he/she imagined it to be worn? Are you doing him/her justice? Is this skirt happy? Sometimes you wonder if you should just go back and silently put the skirt back on the very hanger it was on.
    Life's like an hour glass glued to the table.
    No one can find the rewind button now.
    Sing it if you understand.
    And breathe, just breathe.

    And then it comes to be the time for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You're glad for a PB&J to take your mind off it's constant madness but only the opposite happens. You realise you've just discovered the most important thing ever! With everything coming close to extinction, glue will never be a worry because there's always peanut butter. Yes, having peanut butter glue your mouth shut sometimes, is the best thing that could ever happen. So what you know and almost blurt out doesn't see the light of day.
    Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
    Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
    Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
    You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit.

    I'll keep this quiet and hope it goes away. I'll keep this close so it never sneaks it's way out. I'll keep it hidden so this smile can stay where it is.
    Tuesday night at the bible study.
    We lift our hands and pray over your body.
    But nothing ever happens.

    And some guitar riffs captivates you so much, you can't help but play your fab air-guitar and rock it like a rock star.
    What lies in the future is a mystery to us all.
    No one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls.
    There may come a time when I will see that I've been wrong.
    But for now this is my song.

    =)


    minx wrote at1:33 PM
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