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Ophelia's worn with an innocent smile
4:51 PM
Ophelia's worn with an innocent smile

I've discovered the title to the song that has been melodically haunting my mind.
I've eaten one too many Strepsils till the lingering taste lingers past what it should.
I've missed goodness knows how many birthday dinners, movie outings and shopping sprees.
I've been out of touch with the inside flow of what is happening to who and where.
I've said too many "Talk to you later's" where later seems to become never.
I've stopped sleeping at reasonable hours and started getting up at reasonable hours.
I've learned that being smart doesn't necesarily make you right.
I've discovered the title to another song that was submerged in my "I want to know the title and the words so I can dance to it" list. So deeply submerged that when I saw the words, that it came springing out like the way a roll of ribbon does when you tug on it sharply.
I've received too many IM's and texts that have the undertone of "Where have you been for the past few weeks or have you just dropped off the earth and forgot about the rest of us?" I've smiled at every kid that walks into the shop and work always seems better when they return my smile with a smile of their own, some shy, some cheeky, some sweet and some so innocent that you want to wrap them up in white cotton wool and protect them.
I've roses blooming all over the house, shades of red and pink, yellow, champagne and white. I've not mastered the art of knowing when to use a sledgehammer or a delicate chisel.
I've hopped, skipped and jumped from rock to rock in a brook that is alternately crystal clear and gently murky with floating grains of sand which flows rapidly and gurgles gently.
I've been looking inwards and not outwards, rooted in my shoes and not stepping into others.

I've been away for what feels like just too long.

Written on Wednesday, August 22, 2007; 4:51 PM

Flip My Past:
  • Stiflingly heavy air with feet
  • Robyn oh Robyn
  • Girly talk laughter-filled lunch
  • Grandmothers who drive cool cars!
  • A deep red rose with silky petals
  • Moving in
  • A perfect golden afternoon
  • Cracking wise wisecracks
  • A bottle of Watson's water
  • chocolate chip cookies

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