bedtime

i've been told to have a soft, easily moved heart--many times in fact.

the many little things around to appreciate,

to feel for.,

mom and i talked for a little while today before i slept,

and for some reason,

my tears keep welling out--

that i convinced her to sleep before she noticed.

at these times, i feel so close to her-- so close to the point of drowning in her love

and i truly feel loved

"nameless anomaly"

my A/C's broken.
"might as well be,"
says my high and mighty mother.

yup, i'm sick
first time since two years..,

the title of this entry only means "untitled,"
'cept i stated in an extravagant way,
*laughs*
credit to dora-chan.

and so it is.

the 61 pleaded for is earned.
the breath held is released.
summer,
gone halfway--

coercion

the constant warning reminders from her parents weighs down on the girl.
she moves slowly,
taking care to take each and every bead in her small palms,
willing them to stay with her.
"move it girl. time's up."
a harsh command,
a forceful push,
loosen fingers--
lost possessions.
her lips quiver,
teeth clamps down on lips,
she cries
 
i cry.
i thought i could keep them,
the very least of my many wishes;
"how childish": so they say.
a month of vacation for a loss of memory--
such unfair 'trade'..
 
she starts forward,
clutching on the remaining few in her palm,
ones that she's allowed to keep