If I walked into the sunset, would the sun never set? Would it always hang in the sky in limbo with moonrise? If i watched for a butterfly, would it never come to me? If I turned my back to everything I fear, will I be living my life? If I wait for tomorrow, will I have the chance that I’ve been waiting for? For a girl like me, time is finite so patience is the last thing I can offer anyone, even to myself.
Continue reading “Companionship”
Spilt Milk
When you cry for a week over spilled milk, you lose sight of where the mop is and the milk ends up rotting in front of you. The smell gets so foul but because you’ve sniffled so much, your sense of smell is stuffed up, you don’t even notice. Of course, when you start to see that the milk is just a liquid that will eventually dry out and disappear, it only leaves a stain on the floor for a few weeks or so. But if you wash it, you’ll have a clean floor, fresh air, and a new glass of milk that might even be better than the one you spilled. It was meant to be that it spilt, so they say. You’ll have a new glass of milk that could be better.
Continue reading “Spilt Milk”
I Am Belle
Disney is known for a lot of things. It can be blamed for a lot as well. Who else would twist a fairy tale story where the main female commits suicide into a happily ever after with her prince charming. I’m sure Hans Christen Anderson must have choked watching that, if he can watch in heaven or hell or…purgatory…his new life…wherever he is. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy it. I loved “The Little Mermaid” but it’s also very idealistic. Aside from the whole concept of prince charming, maids being rescued, finding your one true love at first glance, Disney movies have that “je ne sais quoi” that appeals to each and every individual. It some how isn’t just a movie. It becomes a life that extends beyond the screen. It came to me one day talking to this man about Disney movies that the movie we absolutely love seems to reflect who we are.
Continue reading “I Am Belle”