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| she sat in hallways singing songs under the tone of the company above. she avoided eye contact, cheek kissing, and strategically placed herself on a staircase to observe. it's time to define fact from the dramatic blocking in your mind. now something's coming up and hopefully it's someone. the throat becomes filled with the catapult of the heart and stops like a nauseating rock in the back of the middle of the throat. it's something not someone. there's a soundtrack this time. not the one you would have played. it's the one you always thought could not and would not happen, it's too predictable, it's too fantasy...this only happens in the movies.
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| my boyfriend told me of a local writer's workshop that has started up. several weeks prior to this, and completely unknowing of this upcoming writer's workshop, i talked to the awesome girl that was leading it up and discussed the writer's workshop major at the college we both previously attended, yadda yadda ya...story is, he read me his story, and the assignment of that week had been write a short story 55 words exact with a setting character and plot.
i wrote something that fit 3 of those requirements. i may or may not join this workshop...i mean a normal person would think, "hell, what could it hurt? it would be fun and a good outlet for creativity." but i'm just weird about certain things, especially like my writing and how i have a almost secret blog on xanga that i know only a few select nebraska and illinois people read (woot woot, thank you guys).
sooooo here it is.
if it had to be titled it would be "pretty trees" because there is a fresh snow on the trees tonight. i have seen it happen twice now this winter, and only ever this winter. we get blizzard's and after the blizzard it's gloomy and dark and freezing every day for a few weeks; and then, out of nowhere, like two spirits sat in a painted time capsule of sunshine prayed and made love offerings to the sun goddess, it is bright and warm for a few days. the evidence from the blizzard begins to disappear, once again one can see concrete and street corners, and just as you're thinking, "god it's so nice out today" and you run back into the house to grab a few things you forgot to get as the rush to make the time clock at work eases into your brain, pretty happy about how all of your body won't freeze as you scramble to your car and get in and slowly defrost and unstiffen to your seats after 5 minutes per usual, you discover the sun has gone and there is a cold bite to the air. it snows, a lot, again, and the trees form crystals which turn into snowballs on their branches and on their bark, and everything looks like a perfectly designed movie set for some romantic kiss in the snow where tiny white jewels decorate the leading roles perfect dark hair and eyelashes, or some dramatic event tragedy knee down in the middle of the street with a slow zoom out and where soon snow flakes are the only thing in focus. but really, it only looks like a movie set because movie sets aim to portray the real thing. anyway....
the room felt like a warm holiday family gathering, christmas lights, television. she sat waiting...and then wanting...and then waiting into a stream of subconscious thought. with an ear pressed, his chest, the instantaneous thought, "at least he's still working" made it's way from her sensory organs to the comprehending cubical of her brain.
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| give me your blood and give me your money
i don't think it's cute and i don't think it's funny
but it's so you....IT'S SO YOU!
i cannot believe that i, out of all people in this crazy world, get a glimpse at what the word "love" in a romantic, relationship way, might actually mean.
it's the disney movie kind you watched when you were little.
it's the kind you were always taught doesn't really exist.
IT'S THAT KIND!!!
and sucka's....it exists!
(just because i found me a boy to play along)
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| i have to make room on my computer for pictures
because
i am back.
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