God truly outdid himself when he created you. Not imperfect by any means. But perfect to me. Chocolate roots playing peek-a-boo with your auburn dyed hair. Eyes that inch out the sides of your colored contacts. Sure to sparkle every color of beautiful if you’d let them. Knobby knees and hands tinged with purple. Winter cold but warm with love. Perfect.
Exactly what you are. Sometimes I look at you and feel bad for the world. Pity them because not everyone gets a Sophia. A comforter. A hand holder. A giver of hugs that seem hold my world together when I feel like life isn’t worth it. Keep me from crumbling like autumn leaves beneath the feet of playful children.
Even with your many problems, you find time for laughter. For ice-skating. For drive-in theatres. For sunflower picking. For giggling. For escaping. For high school plays. For parking lot dancing. For me.
You inspire me. So much I wonder why we’re friends. How I got you. Me. You’re too good for me. For the world. Filled with life and love and joy. So much to give. And somehow I ended up getting just a fraction of it. Thank you Sophia Veitch. For being everything I needed. And making life more worth living.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Nut Up, or seriously, Shut the Fuck Up
Deep breaths. Remember. in. Out. Don't forget. Quit holding your breath. It makes you dizzy. Disoriented. Not think right.
Fingers trembling like a crack whore in need of another hit. Dancing frantically across those little black keys. Backspacing when the right words just wouldn't come out. Trapped behind these sealed lips. Ducking behind the screen of my computer as if it were an army blockade.
Of course I couldn't tell you in person. I'm a coward. Sure I was "brave" but not brave enough. Hiding behind humor and add-ins. Subconciouslly hoping to distract you from the actual subject at hand.
I'm guessing it didn't work. I'm sure you could see past my puns. Eyes scanning the screen. Probably thinking I was retarded or didnt have all of the marbles to my chinese checkers set. But it doesnt matter. I dont care what happens ftom here. Just the fact that I decided to nut up and tell you is good enough for me.
And, hey. I did get something out of it. You're the reason I'm writing now. What got me out of my literary funk. So if I can never thank you for anything else. I thank you for this.
Fingers trembling like a crack whore in need of another hit. Dancing frantically across those little black keys. Backspacing when the right words just wouldn't come out. Trapped behind these sealed lips. Ducking behind the screen of my computer as if it were an army blockade.
Of course I couldn't tell you in person. I'm a coward. Sure I was "brave" but not brave enough. Hiding behind humor and add-ins. Subconciouslly hoping to distract you from the actual subject at hand.
I'm guessing it didn't work. I'm sure you could see past my puns. Eyes scanning the screen. Probably thinking I was retarded or didnt have all of the marbles to my chinese checkers set. But it doesnt matter. I dont care what happens ftom here. Just the fact that I decided to nut up and tell you is good enough for me.
And, hey. I did get something out of it. You're the reason I'm writing now. What got me out of my literary funk. So if I can never thank you for anything else. I thank you for this.
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