note #147

the world was quiet
and then the rain came
the storm began
in little runnels and channels
the river grew
overflowed its banks
flooded the plain
washed away the ground we knew.

note #146

people who set out ultimatums to get what they want rarely deserve what they think they should have, but, instead, do deserve it when things go in a different way.

note #145

to friends in regards to a drama queen: i feel like we're sitting up in a box watching an opera. we're having a good time being punks and laughing at the travesty on stage.

note #144

i'm sorry that i'm not pretty, but sometimes the beautiful chaos within cannot be expressed without.

note #143

the snow falls soft
and piles quickly,
white glitter
in the globe
of my small world.

note #142

friend: call me out of my time or maybe I'm just out of a loop but since when did people WANT to be labled? hipster, punk, yadda yadda, like why would you want to be called that? like last I checked I am an Amy that's all I really need to be
me: we aren't our labels, but we need them to describe us. it's not always a good thing to be called by them, but it's the owning of our labels that makes them lose their power over us.

note #141

owls echoing in the night.