is it september yet?

i need $$$$$.

memento vivere.

when the streetlights come on and the fireflies flicker,
i am walking her home making plans.
with her shoes in her hands, I am watching her dance,
as the hem of her dress gently kisses the grass.

it suddenly rains on us,
she is laughing and turns up her hands.

like autumn turns leaves, winter will breathe, cold on our necks, snow in our paths.
wherever she goes, all that I know about us is that beautiful things never last,
that's why fireflies flash.

i never stare.

love only knows why the fire is a fire
and it burns from letting go.
steady as we go.
and I never stare.
'cause she blinds me with her beauty,
and I never dare,
dare to have a doubt.
'cause I'd rather be blind, I realized.
'cause I'd rather be blind, I realized.
while the fire,
while the fire was out.

my right hand.

the pains and stories that have recently been engraved into my poor old right hand;

- parrot bite (travis).
- morning stretch hand finger chunk gash (didn't realise there was a fan hanging from the ceiling).
- pringle can dent (one of my best friends somehow managed to cut my knuckle when offering his pringles to me).

and by 'recently', i mean yesterday. sakes.

on a brighter note, i have the best friends and family in the world. it's a sadly generic comment to make, but it's true. i bloody love the lot of 'em. i'm home and it's pretty fantastic!