"If timing's everything, stop telling me you're taking your time."

Close your eyes and grit your teeth and you can stand anything if it keeps you separate from it all.
There was a time when you’d stop short, but not anymore.
When did you stop caring?
Or was it just that you stopped being scared?
If I could take you back kicking and screaming to where you once were then we’d work this all out.  We’d lock all those doors and open the windows and watch the spring unfold.  But I think you got lost in the long hallways and cobwebbed rooms of this house.
And I don’t know where to find you to drag you back.



Also,
i carry your heart with me by ee cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Wafcakes or Panfles.

Trivial is an art form.  Don't knock it.
If there's one thing I will ever be good at, it's being trivial.
So I'll dance aroud the issues, holding hands with the fairies until the fairies all fall because no one believes anymore.  And no amount of clapping will do the slightest bit of good.  Just like a round of applause for a bad actor doesn't make them any more believable.
And I will be labelled as the liar I always was but would never admit.




To end this war of waffles vs. pancakes,
Why not go for a wholesome and tasty combination of the two?
Of course, with double toppings chosen especially by you.

Nevereverever.

I had maybe three things to say to you.  None of which were nice, so I kept them to myself.  Because I wanted to be just as nice as you weren't.
But now I'm finding that I don't want to say them anymore because there wouldn't be any point.  I won't ever forget, but I don't need to hate you and I don't need to be angry.
So it's all okay.



"It's like if I blamed my aunt Helen, I would have to blame her dad for hitting her and the friend of the family that fooled around with her when she was little.  And the person that fooled around with him.  And God for not stopping all this and things that are much worse.  And I did do that for a while, but then I just couldn't anymore.  Because it wasn't going anywhere.  Because it wasn't the point."

Desertification.

From that look in your eyes I can see that you're fading and the colour that used to be there is growing dull.
So we'll take a day off and take ourselves off down to the beach where we'll laugh and scream and sing about the things that never really mattered.
We'll take our minds off the hook and forget the broken world, leaving it somewhere in the drips of melting ice cream.
We'll lie in the sand and get lost in the clouds with a blanket on the ground to catch us when we come back down.
And the water will be cold but we'll swim in it anyway because we can, and the sand left on our feet will serve as a reminder of it all.
Memories wrapped up in tousled hair and the smell of salt will give everything else a different colour, a more exciting hue.
And all this we'll do just to know it's all okay.
Just to know we're still sane.




"Well, I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals and I left it on your doorstep, because I heard that you might be broken too and I thought it'd keep you company."

Dear Gravity,

I do wish that you would stop holding me down.
I want to fly to visit Peter Pan.  I love him, and he does so need a mother.
Please let me go, just for now.  I promise to never ask anything of you again.
This means everything to me.
You may be part of the fundamentals of physics but you still have a heart, don't you?

Thanks in advance,
Yours hopefully,
Rachel