Friday, August 28, 2009

eight. there's a low moon caught in your tangle.

once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved the moon. he dreamed and dreamed that he would get to the moon someday, somehow, and he vowed not to rest until his dream became a reality.

one day, he and his best friend in the whole wide world worked very hard to build a canoe that would sail to the moon. the canoe was only big enough to seat our little dreamer boy, so in order to get to the moon, he would have to leave his best friend behind.

well, he looked into her eyes and saw that they were big and bright and shiny, just like the moon. he realized that he could not hug the moon, nor run nor play nor climb trees with the moon like he could hug and run and play with his best friend. so they destroyed the canoe, turned it into firewood, and made a big campfire.

and the moon smiled down on them

as they camped out

under a beautiful night sky :]

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

seven.

sometimes, i don't have words.

i want a hug.

six. forgive.

you were telling me about all the problems you've had... i didn't know. i don't know how the conversation even started, but one thing led to another, and before i knew it, you were opening up to me, tears were rolling down your cheeks, and i could do nothing but sit and stare at you. i feel so dumb. there.. it was..

it was all so much.

too much. nobody should have to live through all of that. i wish i could do something to help. i wish i could say something, instead of sitting here staring at you like an idiot. sometimes, i have no words. sometimes, all i have to offer is a hug, a smile, a promise that i'll always be here for you.