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I learned something during Lent. Without Facebook, I spend less time dwelling on things. I can't. I don't know anything about anyone unless they tell me. I can't worry, I can't dwell, and I can't angst. Maybe that's why I've been more cheerful than Thomas XD Although I don't like the new layout. It's too cluttered.
I need to decide on my breakfast. I'm thinking cereal. Then again, it's cereal, toast, eggs, or a 2-day-old cinnamon roll. The cinnamon roll actually might be tasty, but I'd rather have cereal, since we have about 50 billion kinds. Well, 8. But that's more than I've ever had. It's usually 0 or 1 at home xD
We're going to Olive Garden t'day 'cause Rawr's parents gave us a gift card, since we're not gonna have Easter with our families. That was really nice of them. I love getting out of the apartment, especially now that Cait can't drive her car 'til her tires are changed. It's bad. There is bare wire on the outside of her tires! I've never seen tires like that. At least my tires are only slowly deflating >.>
It's Easter, a wonderfully happy day. So what do I do? I write the most depressing poem ever. And it makes no sense to anyone but me. But I shall try to explain a little. It's about the image I see in my head when I hear this song. It's from the Nutcracker. I've never seen the ballet, so my image has nothing to do with it. I've been imagining the same thing for at least 3 years now.
Basically, what I imagine is these two angels (guess who? :3 I have zero creativity lol) dancing together (in a way, the basis for the prom story lol). As they dance, someone else comes. He's always fuzzy and in the distance, so he's not anyone. I couldn't describe him if I wanted to. One of the angels sees him first, realizes who he is, and runs away. The other angel runs after her, but the first one takes to the skies. She flies higher and higher in a spiral that tightens as she gets higher, until finally, she can go no higher because she has no energy left. She hovers there for a moment, listening to the one chasing her call up for her to wait. With a single thought, she gets rid of her own wings and plummets through the sky. The end.
Not very happy at all. The stuff I come up with when I'm half-asleep is ridiculous. And the poem is describing the scene. It's awful -.-
Two angels, one darker, dance in the moonlight.
They have not a care in the world.
Their feet hardly brush the ground in their flight
Of fancy. In each other's arms, they twirl.
Nothing, it seems, could interrupt their peace
Until something does--he comes bearing tulips.
The darker sees him and breaks their embrace.
She understands; tears fill her eyes as her heart rips.
Her pain sends her reeling; to flight she takes.
Higher and higher she spirals, faster than her love.
The lighter, desp'rate to reach her, well knows the stakes.
Higher, higher, higher, so close to the moon above.
She goes as high as she can and closes her eyes.
She blocks out the sweet voice full of supplication and apology.
With a whisper of a thought, her wings vaporize
And darker plummets from the sky, forever falling free.
It's really elegant in my mind. Sad, but elegant. She gives up easily. Too bad I'm so damn stubborn, eh? =P
 nepie · Sun Apr 12, 2009 @ 12:30pm · 0 Comments |
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