Each day with regrets of its ownEach day with regrets of its own;Each day with regrets of its own by ~childofthefallen
Happy but hindered by hesitation;
I don’t have all I could have if I tried.
DanaI figure I can sigh at life if I want to. I figure I have enough of my own troubles to be able to. I said that to my parents once. They just laughed. Not in a mean way, but they didn’t take me seriously. I think that’s the trouble with telling adults things; they don’t take young people seriously. And the kids at school don’t understand me, nor I them. I think when I graduate in two years it will be without the fanfare or friends that I thought would be there.Dana by ~childofthefallen
My school adviser suggested that my parents put me in counseling a few years ago. They sent me, for a while, but I don’t know what happened, but eventually the sessions just petered out and I didn’t go anymore. That was what it was like with Sunday school. And ballet, but I did like that. I guess maybe I never said so enough.
As soon as I was old enough, I decided to get a job. I’ve always read a lot, but I started buying magazines a lot until I ran out of money. The weekends and h
ForeverWe waited for moonbeamsForever by ~childofthefallen
To fall like rain and unhinge us
From a fabricated reality.
We waited forever.
The only magic is love and beauty and faith.
I believe in souls because I can feel mine
Burn and shift inside of me
And I can see yours breathing with mine.
Somewhere above our heads
Is a silent, empty heaven
That knows no time or pain,
No kaleidoscope of colours that flutter or sing.
How long have I walked here
And what will I see next-
All these things I want to know but can’t.
Let’s run as fast as we can
Faster than we ever dared, fast like our dreams
Laugh at the world, so small beneath our feet
And spin it off its axis.
We’ll run forever.
DisenchantedI load the price tag gun with another roll of neon orange stickers and resume stamping boxes of hair dye that are on sale. Take ‘em all off the shelf. Sort ‘em. Stamp ‘em. Put ‘em back on the shelf, nice ‘n neat, little processed pieces of a cosmetically oriented aesthetic society.Disenchanted by ~childofthefallen
I snort quietly. I’m a cowboy, helping sort the cattle into crates after the long haul and sale has taken place. I spin the sticker gun around my finger fancy-like, but it slips and clatters to the floor.
I’m prob’ly actually just the kid helping poke the cattle into line, picked up for a low wage and easily replaced. Yeah, there are lots like me. I’m just another one of the gape-mouthed consumers that’s lined up around the block with a little cash burning holes in my pockets, waiting for my next fill.
A lady with babies in her forties stops me to ask where the baby formula is. She looks worn out; I wonder what she could possibly have left i