“Why are you crying?”
“You know why I’m crying!”
It’s a trap, I can feel it. Its something I did, I know that much, but I don’t know what I did. There is a way out of this though.
“Ok, I’m sorry.”
“Really,” the crying had paused and she looked happy but then, “What are you sorry about?”
Shit.
“You know….”
“You have no idea why you are apologizing do you?”
It was a nice try, but as I always say you can’t win them all. Though for once I would like to win one.
“Not a clue.”
With that she started crying again.
“Please stop crying.”
Nothing.
“Please stop crying?”
Now it was getting worse.
“Stop crying, stop crying. Oh dear god, please stop crying.”
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
My Favorite Place - Maya Orr
My favorite place is among jungle trees. Vivid greens, reds, yellows and blues pop up from the plants scattered across the forest floor, plant screeping up century old tree trunks carressing them lovingly.
My favorite place is on a pirate ship. People bustling around to keep the boat running smoothly with repetitiveness broken only when Waterwatcher cries 'Ship!' and all rush to battle stations in hopes of becoming richer.
My favorite place is in a dragon's cave. Gold and jewels gathered, hoarded, and tossed around haphazardly, keeping their shape with even the hottest of dragon-flame
My favorite place is in a unicorn's meadow, with gentle creatures calmly chewing jade colored grass while one may even consent to giving me a ride.
My favorite place is beneath the ocean, surrounded by merpeople. Watching bright exotic fish play tag with the shadows, the reef, and the merchildren.
My favorite place is in the sky. Wind singing with all the different tunes in the world, and then one changing in the blink of the eye. Clouds rolling past lazily that can almost look like some animal or thing if you squint.
My favorite place is in my home. A warm promise of love and, at times, asubtle tinge of arguments and dischord, within a quiet neighborhood. Where I can curl up in any corner or lie flat on the floor and crack open a goodbook where I transport to all my other favorite places.
My favorite place is on a pirate ship. People bustling around to keep the boat running smoothly with repetitiveness broken only when Waterwatcher cries 'Ship!' and all rush to battle stations in hopes of becoming richer.
My favorite place is in a dragon's cave. Gold and jewels gathered, hoarded, and tossed around haphazardly, keeping their shape with even the hottest of dragon-flame
My favorite place is in a unicorn's meadow, with gentle creatures calmly chewing jade colored grass while one may even consent to giving me a ride.
My favorite place is beneath the ocean, surrounded by merpeople. Watching bright exotic fish play tag with the shadows, the reef, and the merchildren.
My favorite place is in the sky. Wind singing with all the different tunes in the world, and then one changing in the blink of the eye. Clouds rolling past lazily that can almost look like some animal or thing if you squint.
My favorite place is in my home. A warm promise of love and, at times, asubtle tinge of arguments and dischord, within a quiet neighborhood. Where I can curl up in any corner or lie flat on the floor and crack open a goodbook where I transport to all my other favorite places.
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