I like how the human mind jumps. I like how it literally bounds from one word, one sentence, one fragment, to another that has no correlation whatsoever. I like that. I don't like that it is Wednesday already. Because that means that we are running out of freedom, and my goodness do I love freedom when the sun is shining so brightly outside and my knee is letting me run, run, run.
Feelings are odd things. Mine are funny shaped, but they fit into those slots that yours leave, like enzymes and the things that enzymes go into, do you remember the word? I don't. I also don't know anything about Oedipus Rex. I also am pretty much done with him, I think. It's almost April. Do you know how much I like April? Do you? I'm not sure you do. April sounds hopeful to me. April means spring time, to all those who don't live in Calgary. April sounds like a laughing baby...red panda.
I got it from my mother.
Never again.
I'd like a tropical vacation. I keep picturing the squashed avocados on our morning runs.
I'd like to sing, forever.
I know that I'll belong. But you do too. Come along.
I'm going to put on my grad dress again.
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