i act like a child becuase you act like my parent.

so this was on austins blog and i figured i would try it... ha ha ha i dont know if this is good or bad or strangely true...meh... i dont realy care.






today is cloudy, cold, and windy... it is the perfect reminder of why i hate alberta. i watched some dvds at work sofar and i am almost done my venti americano... i have half a sqare of dark chocolate in my coat pocket and im trying to save it for my desperate point sometime this afternoon when i resort to online tetris or maybe even a game of kdice or twelve... ha ha ha oh well i think i might try to do some reading or something maybe work in my poety asignment for school. oh sylvia plath how i love your direct yet intracately woven ways of writing poetry. seriously i am realy happy to be me, i dont know why i said that i just felt the need to share it ha ha ha. oh also i made this on the computer to combat my boredom seriously its going to be a long day isnt it? yes... yes it is.

In a puddle with some broken glass

hope comes in a paper box
it comes
in bottles it comes
in faces
it comes
when the sky is gray
it comes
when the sky is gray
and the clouds falling down
beat your face with their sorrows
it comes
in silence hope comes
in the dark
the crowded room
the barren womb
in ribboned hair
in birds on branch
in rays through cloud
it comes