She trips the light fantastic

We began this day before the sun made his appearance. I don't know why but I like to call the sun a he. Sun, son, scramble.

I never know what day it is anymore. Days run into night and the night runs into the next six months. If asked where I was yesterday I couldn't answer properly. Yesterday for me was next week, and next week is last year, last year..well, I'm not sure where it is. But, it's somewhere.

I apparently won some fights and have been invited to a fight party. I hope it falls on the right time. I miss out on all the fun things. I miss out on good byes and hellos and all the things that I love.

Sometimes, it's best to sew yourself together with a thorn and spiderwebs.

Needles and thread are so very hard to come by.

At least today I saw a fire. The only downside was that I watched a person burn.

We all burn though.

Some just more than others.



Hence loathed Melancholy
Of Cerberus, and blackest midnight born,
In Stygian Cave forlorn
'Mongst horrid shapes, and shreiks, and sights unholy,
Find out som uncouth cell,
Wher brooding darknes spreads his jealous wings,
And the night-Raven sings;
There under Ebon shades, and low-brow'd Rocks,
As ragged as thy Locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell. - L'Allergo

I waited where the water says hello to the land.

I waited where you braided seashells into my hair.

I stitched up my heart with pieces of twine and left the ends to fray. They swayed in the wind.

I sat by the grove and watched for an owl. He's long since gone and took the magic with him. I do not recall much more than melting ice cream, but it was good to see their faces. I don't even recall my own. My only mirrors are wading pools. Blurry, fading reflections.

I waited where I first saw you.

But, you never came back.

I don't think you will.

I don't even have the tears. I gave them all to the sea.

This is the hardest good-bye.


Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee
Jest and youthful Jollity,
Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles,
Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrincled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Com, and trip it as ye go
On the light fantastick toe,
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty;-L'Allergo