into bamboo

June 21, about 6 hours ago

Deear reader kind and sweet, i am the future far and steep. Here I lay in simple ink, to play a part in nothing deep. Once i was a little girl who welted up on that there hill. In my head I was still and quite almost dead, until my mother made my bed. She swept me up and brought me life, only kindness full of mighty might . I am only a bit andd piece of each one I meet, thus today you've become apart of me, and I of you. You don't know me reader and I know not one inch of you,but I do know one thing, and you do too. Today is kind no matter what, each day is a grace we receive with ungrateful blood. Take today and make it yours, giving thanks to those who deserve. I am here and and so are you, we know there is more, so make it true, and make it you.

Since I am here, you may hear.

This is tonight.

I am not here for sharing a story of great sly instances, or tell tales of gallant noble deeds. No sir. I am solely here, present, in the room. A brain for questioning, a body for hugging, a sole for corrupting. This young one, myself, is growing sideways, not the up, not horizontally, thank God, however sideways. Growing in a way which was not expected as a child. As a child however, she knew something would be different when growing, she knew she'd be set aside, not one with the crowd, she predestined herself that way.

To fit in, to belong, to arrive, to get along, to know, or to really know. The crowd you will never see again, and the close ones that will be with you until the end.

Your best friend you knew wouldn't be your best friend, due to a shifty start, and a broken bond.

Failed hearts are just pieces of a whole unfailing heart. Bits and pieces only revolve around the big atom, and bonds are made, just like bonds are broken, and remade again.

Now let's be more honest than we allow ourselves to be. Will things change drastically? They very well could, we'd be naked and aware of most things. Our longings and prejudged thoughts would be for all to see. I would get no where, we would all get no where. Unless you take into the consideration the idea of "if you were born with it, it would be normal". Would mankind be numb to the notion of never lying?

It really is easy to see when you are willing. It really is simple to dream when you are willing. It surely is a piece of cake to do the right thing when willing.

The notion of never lying, always saying what you mind is wandering around thinking. Always there and present with your presence.

What does it mean to make ends meat? And do the ends always justify the means? What does that mean? Would it be foolish to say I believe you can breathe under the sea, I believe that bees make more than honey, I believe in minuscule fairies that use pine needles to sweep, and I believe dreams are real, and everything in a dream does happen. I think I would be given a second glance and a strange stare if I shared these beliefs all the time. There would be those that would think I'm only kidding, and those who would go along with the my ideas and thought processes, but in their own head, are thinking "Who the hell is this kid?".

I'm not sure, and I'm not sure of anything really. I'm sure of it all. It's all here isn't it? It's here so I'm sure of it.

I'm growing sideways.

I was just here, so I thought you may hear.