Welcome to the planet

The palnet.  Save it people, recycle.  Maybe recycling man will come pick it up for you and you can bask in his beauty.  My brother is playing his guitar right now.  Loud as ever, does he even know how to play softly? I don't think so.  It makes me want to turn off all the lights and light some candles or maybe a fire in the fireplace.  Did I mention we have a real fireplace, not a fake one with a switch?  We could curl up in a blanket with some hot chocolate and tell secrets all night.  If there were ever a spider or something you could catch it for me so I wouldn't be scared.  I could tell you all about how I cry at night and you could let me know what you're thinking when you leave like that.  "Where do you run to escape from yourself?"  We could count the stars and when one shot across the sky I would wish for you never to leave.  I could show you how to find Orion, but you probably already know.  We could go for a walk and I wouldn't wear shoes.  My neighbors would all be asleep so they wouldn't make fun of me.  Maybe you would hold my hand.

But then maybe I would wake up and you would be gone.

Happy Birthday Baby

It's my baby sister's birthday today. She is five.

I would rather enjoy being dazzlingly clever, wouldn't you? People seem to appreciate dazzlingly clever more than angelically good or even divinely beautiful.

I do anyways.

Have your feet ever been sore? Probably they haven't. My feet have never been sore before either until now. The bottom of my arches hurts quite tremendously and at first I couldn't figure out what on earth it could be, but then I realized it feels exactly like a sore muscle!

He doesn't know how he inspires her.

He doesn't know that he makes her want to be a better person. He doesn't know that she can hardly breathe when he talks to her or that she lays awake at night thinking of him. He doesn't know how jealous she gets of other girls he talks to. He doesn't know that she wishes on shooting stars, hoping for a chance to be with him. He doesn't know how she runs over everyword he says, fixing them in her memory. He doesn't know how she feels everytime she sees his face, hears his voice, or feels him close to her.

He might never know.

Love and Kisses,

Dani