Creative Writing
Getting to know people
Painting
Poetry
cleaning
COFFEE
Willows
Nature
Bikes
St. Anthony
Ben
Let Him that would move the world first move Himself
♥Frank Sinatra♥
punk/60's protest
big band/swing
♥Beatles♥
documentaries
Harold and Maud
What Dreams May Come
...it's just make believe
you can't believe everything you see
so baby close your eyes to the lulabies
on the news tonight...
my journal ben made, and the Idea Tree book of adventures past and future.
We never let her in the house, how could we? That just wasn't something people do in this neighborhood. She never asked for anything though, an occasional glass of water perhaps, and she was always so greatfull. There she'd be in the yard, waiting for me everyday in the yard, ready to play for hours and when I tired of jumping and running circles she'd let me sit infront of her legs and lean back untill dinner time. Sad as it was, I would get up, we'd say our goodbyes and I leave her untill tomorrow. Sometimes we'd read books together, while her fingers gently played with my hair she sat waiting for me to sound out words myself. We enjoyed the summer together lying in the sun, but the sleepovers we shared when I would sneak out late were the best, I'd cling to her arms when I got scared but the reasuring strength in her hands let me forget the world. Late in the summer the storms grew worse and it became difficult to go out and see her, one horrible night the worst storm ever to hit my hometown landed right in my backyard, and a mini twister struck the ground not 50 yards from the back door. The next morning we found her lying there, so peacefull, but unmistakenly gone, gone from this life. She never asked for anything, and yet she gave me the most imaginative moments of my life, from playing and reading to just enjoying her company. She always offered me her shade. Weepie was my best friend.