writing obsession

A bad one at that.





Cute little octopus, with his friends. He doesn't look quite lonely.







I woke up in the dim light from the censored sun. I'm dieing in this heat. I've been waiting for winter to come around. I want the cold water to hit my back and make my hair frizz back up. I want to walk home and realize that I'm the luckiest girl in the world when I lay in bed at night, just because I have these blankets to keep me warm and happy.
As I lay there I hear kids screaming, running up and down the hallway, slamming doors and throwing foreign objects at eachother. I want to be back asleep. Safe and content. Happy and dreaming but this has all faded away along with the morning sun. The sun is finally sinking behind my curtains, and I'm missing it every moment it gets farther from me and the moon gets closer. I have to learn to be friends with this spirit. I have to talk with it and dream with it. It comforts me at times, why can I not comfort it when it's in need of me? I don't know.
My thoughts start back up. Oh here we go again. I find us incompatible. We are no longer one. We are no longer happy. We are no longer content. Ah, the horrid thoughts of a afternoon nap. Me and you must befriend each other once again.
I lay there once again rethinking my thoughts. Will I have time to make things possible? Or will I have to slowly let them pass me? Will you help along the way? Or will you just sit and watch with me. Watch it fail and fall along with the sun every afternoon. It will be our last laugh. our last joy of the summer.
I smile, silly girl, you are no longer who you thought you were. You are grown up. You are a new breed. Take my hand and we will watch as the flowers grow and the rain falls. It will all be the same at the end of the day.