holding hands (gently)
miles of memories
contained in crooked smiles
we lay down
in blankets of wet grass
push our feet up
to block out
the stolen light of the moon

give it back to the sun, moon



it hurts me so that our little sattelite is a lonely theif. (it emits no light of its own, it just reflects the sun's light. i think we all learned taht in third grade, its just easy to forget this shit)i also learned that what makes planets planets and not stars ( i always thought that stars were gas, but there are gascious planets- such as jupiter that have no surface) is the fact that they do not create fusions like stars do. astronomy class isnt sexactly right for me- it is difficult for me to look at stars in the sky-- in a book.

also, i am upset with myself for being so rash as to delete my other blog. i am thinking about ressurecting it,although i would lose my previous posts. (there were only two) but i will think about it. creating a blog is tough.
i know that blog was prob a lot more interesting than this blog but being mean just aint my schtick. i don't know what my schtick is anymore, prob being a goddamn babe.

aslo, i am thinking about busting out of this country for a whole year. will you miss me?the only drawback on that is that i literally have 1.45$ in my name. poverty blows, it really does.but one positive thing i can say about myself is that i am a determined fuck. maybe determnation is my schtick, i dont know. but i did get a job at a daycare,dont know when i can start cause ihave to geta tb test. but at least i will be officially miss michaela again. word.