January 30, 2005 • 6:24 am 0
this puddle of mine
bottomless, endless
to be filled with what
nobody knows but
it’s certain to have not
but what is seen through
your eyes.
it’s what there’s left
of everything of mine
you left behind
when you flew away
to another island
Filed under: Rant
January 24, 2005 • 11:16 pm 0
A forgotten blog.
I just read the last I posted. Very lame. Actually, I really liked Melinda as swim coach. She was very entertaining and made us actually strive for the best. Kudos to Melinda.
That is all for now.
Filed under: School
• 6:14 am 0
Earthworms
It is summertime but there is no sunshine. Instead, it is raining lake water on the house, the sidewalk, the dirt, the trees and the plants, soaking everything that it falls upon. It is wet everywhere. Puddles are forming on the ground mixing with the dirt, making a thick mud. In those dirty puddles, I can see my reflection. I can also see the clouds that are pouring the rain down on me mercilessly without having to look up at the sky.
The clouds seems dirtier than usual when they are in puddles. They are gray and stretched long and far, and I don��t know where one starts and where one ends. The clouds look like stale cotton candy; they are not fluffy and soft-looking, but instead they are strangely flattened and compressed together like squished cotton balls. It is clouds like these that remind me of cotton candy souvenirs taken from the State Fair and forgotten in the backseat.
I can see those same clouds ripple in those same mud puddles. The raindrops falling from them are ruining their self-portraits. Each drop falling into a puddles disrupts the water, creating tiny waves over and over again, creating tiny little tsunamis that wash ashore of the little dirt beaches. It is merciless and the puddle lakes are never still. Drop after drop fall, fall, fall continuously and the puddles never have a chance to rest and be still. Read the rest of this entry »
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