b.a.n.a.n.a.s.

have i mentioned lately that the world is falling apart? i mean, nothing--nothing--is how it should be, which is absolutely ridiculous. and i dont know what to say about it. i cant just say 'yes thats completely fine, go right ahead' because its not really exactly peachykeen. i cant say 'sure whatever ok' because its not ok. i cant even shake my head and tell it to stop because it wont stop no matter what i do.

and i have no words at all and i dont have a clue what happens next.

but thats alright cause i can d a n c e. and dance we did.
we even danced in the car while we listened to that song about bananas. what more is there to life, exactly?

we tell ourselves that we are [mostly] happy.
but we .know. that He is true.
and we also .know. that we are osoveryvery sexy.

so armed with the knowledge that He is true, we are sexy and that as far as we know, our lives are to be continued:
we eat our chocolate and pizza and cereal and macandcheeseandpeas, dance our dances,
mascara our eyelashes, sleep at night and wake up in the mornings, attempt our homework,
write our poems, shower and walk and breathe and take naps and cry and love and
try and miss and fail and and sing and make phone calls and go to church and the dentist
and take each moment in its own time, savoring each and letting go as is often necessary in life.
:bring it.

Posted 2/20/2005 4:30 PM