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'Spin me round again and rub my eyes, this cant be happening. ---
When busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and Seek... Dreams are soaking my sheets.'

A breeze on my cheek.
The faint smell for one instant of something from my childhood.. a memory.. fading.
I still remember my doll with blue hair in her gold dress. How long will that memory stick around now?
Will my childhood memories be replaced with the ones of my childs?
strange thought..

I want to make things.. craft things. Make a home for things. and creatures.
pet rocks.
I want to write evenly. To have it ~flow~ just once.

I will never know abandonment again.. or the heartbreak of trusting your heart to someone and having them treat it like toast crumbs. pudding skin.. the sugary part of tea at the very bottom of the cup..
this pleases me.

Nonsense. Brilliance. Science. Beauty. Strength.. powerful words, taken to lightly.
nothing is flowing today.
everything is growing though! because it is springtime now! the dew drops are turned warm and the birds are trimming the buds on the dogwood outside our window, awaiting them to blossom. {{{ i think the birds like the blossoms for their beauty as much as i do}}}
Birds have far less time to live life, so they must absorb everything much faster.
this makes me pleased.

**Wish me well.**