♥ {confessional, sweet battle && interrupted thoughts} ♥

sorting life out.

(posted on Sunday, November 22 by eii wyy nae.)

i see spilled milk on the kitchen counter, an ink stain on my favourite jeans, popsicle wrappers under mommy’s favourite sofa, my messy desk, dried lean cuisine innards on a knife 3 days ago but found just now, my unmade bed, the remains of what was once a pop-tart living on the arm of a chair, piles of laundry, crumbs from chewed up kitty treats in the carpet & expired coupons all over the counter still thinking they might get used.

i see clean clothes straightened on the couch waiting to be put on hangers, dust in every nook & cranny, stains almost completely covering mommy’s kitchen carpet & a pile of clutter on the floor next to me including a plastic container full of pens, pencils, a dictionary, newsletter, photo magazine, a quote book & old bills that have long been paid. i also see on the side table empty wrappers that used to hold dum dum suckers, lip moisturizer, a hair clip & a full cup of iced tea that i’m sipping on.

call me the queen. suddenly, i’m seeing my dust bunnies in a whole new light. they’re quite charming on their own kind of way. so beauty it is because ugly is in the eye of the beholder whole you’re out enjoying the beauty, the ugly doesn’t exist.

dancing around synonyms & semi-colons, their semantics fold like star fish legs to the touch, an antennae, afraid of my fingers, it was just a thought; nope, that is far too orchestrated. the words unraveled, from the tip of my tongue, sunk into the stream & back to the aorta. i was just about to open the scallop shell below my nose, let the words fall onto my palms as an unseived mess of clauses & declaratives that would align like magnets on my skin, spelling out the chaos you’ve started on my insides.

the sky is so, so busy this week with little comets & meteor showers. friday night i shall be hiding under my blanket, watching the show in the garden. i’m feeling a little ‘better’ now. cardigans with two little arms & two little cuffs. don't forget my mittens & my milk cup. mr pirate is grumpy, i must dodge dodge dodge his house or he might sweep me up with his broom. one little step, two little steps, mind the puddle silly. if i get my socks wet, mommy will not be pleased. down the lane & sometimes daydreaming will never do when i’ve sugar mice in my pocket for tea & mucky mucky hands eight o'clock & it is bedtime for me. sticky eyes & toffee in my teeth.

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maybe i should learn to run around on the playground every november 19th.

Signed with love,
the diarykeeper, eii wyy nae.