Rambling Shambles

Promise me, we'll be like this. Forever. Eating candy on the street and laughing over spilt milk. With paint one one foot and missing on the other. Playing, shouting, snug and happy. Sad one moment, smiling like fools the other.

Colours, papers, printers, magazines, staple pins. Heavy laptops. Insane rooftops. Friends & Foes. You & Me. Cecily & Gwen. Porcelain tiles at our dream homes, dreams we make believe to be true. 

Dust all up in my hair, tan lines on my feet and a funny sensation in my ear. Watch the sunset watch the sun watch the crows crying out for water. A soft breeze brings back reality. Make a joke will you, I didn't call to hear the static. Calls to just hear your voice. 


What The ...

My blog refuses to let me reply on my own comments :-|

Till I figure this out, replies for the last post~

@ Sugar: Haha! That's the best advice I've had in ages.

@ Sherry: Yes, we are becoming rather confused when asked to describe personality.

The idea of being so unpredictable even to self is undoubtedly engaging. I'll be having some fun with this now.

Signing Out,
Utterly Butterly Confused!