Won't You Give a (Bug) a Home?

What's the point of being a bug? I knoooow that there is a purpose for bugs and all earthly creatures. But what is the point of being a bug? They don't have brains. They don't have feelings. So, that means they don't have thoughts and opinions and theories and love and disgust. They don't even know they're gross. They just float around and attract to my front door light and then they float somewhere else and then their life is over.

Fucking silly, if you ask me.


Yours Drunkly,
keeley

For Grandma...

In Rough Times:
You hold the hands of those around you;
Lean on the shoulders of those that surround you;
Speak out feelings to friends that have found you.

You hold your head up and hope for the light,
And for some strange reason, there are feelings you fight.

And when silence seeps into porous days,
You raise your head and look both ways.
And when there is no one, nor nothing in view,
You weep with a cry that is sold and true.

It's a tune that is stronger than any could be.
It's a song of hurt that you're meant to set free.
And when the last notes drip from your eyes,
You begin to sing life's hopeful reprise.

Dream a Little Dream

I just can't seem to get enough sleep. It doesn't matter if I sleep for 5 hours, or 12-- I'm just completely beat. And regardless of whether I'm asleep or awake, I'm constantly dreaming dreams of how my life should be. Not how my life was, or how it will be in the future... but how it's supposed to be now. That's so fucking sad. I'm happy in many respects. But there's a part of me stuck in a dream, because that's the only place I feel appropriate.

She Cried in the Kitchen / To Let You Go

And here it is. Another good friend off to the west coast. I've got all sorts of respect for possibilities and exploration, but that doesn't mean I want all my friends to pick up and leave. I know I'm not losing these guys, it just means they're harder to reach. But it does mean that I can't take a drive and hang out with them. And.... I don't want to make new friends!! Ugh. That sounds so ugly. But it's true. I'm not close-minded to meeting new people, it's just that I love my friends so much and I already know that no one is going to come into my life who is half as good to me as they already are. That goes for all of my friends, not only the ones out on the left side. Every one of them lends something so unique to the person that I am. I feel like everyone I meet from now on will just be decoration. Ornaments are pretty and all, but it's the foundation that really counts.