life

isn't new life just beautiful? just utter perfection. she enters this world and she is perfect. 5 tiny fingers with 5 tiny nails, 5 tiny toes with the same. the lines on her palm match those on my own. amazing, isn't it? her eyes full of so much wonderment, i wish i could remember what runs through our minds at that age. when your only a few hours old, life must seem forever. but it's these moments that remind us that it's not. as often as life begins, life must also end. inspiring to think as one finishes their life, reflecting on everything they were, every choice they made, every experience they had, every person they had touched, another is just beginning their life with a clean slate, a blank page, completely unwritten and undefined, no choices made, no experiences had, completely untouched. new life is simply beautiful. emily claire, i'm in love.

fancy-dress

such fun to be had by all. i want to learn to sew. i want to papier-machê more often. such fun to be had by all.

(half) life

i knew that i'd get like this again, that's why I try to keep at bay. be a hundred percent when i'm with you and then, the perfect heart's length away. the stickler is you've played not one beat wrong. you never promised me anything. even sat me down and warned me just how they fall, i knew the odds were i'd never win. yet here i am. it's a half life, with you as my quarterback. a daft life. my self-worth measured in text back tempo, it's been two days and 8 minutes too slow. well there may well be others but I still like to pretend that I'm the one you really want to grow old with. got a schedule to stick to, got a world to keep sweet, you're so much to everyone all the time. will you ever slow down? will I ever come first? the universe contracts to sigh. it's a half life, with you as my quarterback. a daft life. hold me darling, please. you know you'll never be lonely, no you'll always be loved, and maybe you never need more than that. but for the surplus that loves, what's to become of us? does it even register on your conscience? long for one last showdown from a box in a crowd, air compressed tight to explode. i'm clenching my ticket to the only way out, as you disappear in a puff of smoke. it's a half life, with you as my quarterback. a daft life.