note #66

leaves die and flutter to the ground
plants wither and flowers fade
frost sparks rainbows and paints edges white
birdsong and fountain music fades
the sun ages golden and air sharpens senses
love walks silent past his garden with nary a glance around.

note #65

"i'll never give up. not until the end."

one by one the stars started to fall.

"i love that about you too."

note #64

theories:

what people carry in their small rolling suitcases when they go to work every day: their secret stash of candy.

why the modern slang lexicon isn't as cool as it used to be: old people and the media overuse terms like "bling".

monsters prowl the streets at night tipping off car alarms and flickering the street lights.

note #63

we are all inherently self-centered and selfish.

note #62

it's not always the times that we remember, but those that we forget, that were the most precious.

note #61

when we were young a friend once told me not to breathe in when going past graveyards. so we held our breath - her, her sister and me. three girls in the backseat, still convinced of our immortality.

note #60

i wonder how many goth jews there are out there and if they wear stars of david in place of all the crosses? - thought in response to comment from jewish boss about her liking a cross pendant.