you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

3:30:00 PM
Friday, November 04, 2005
bop to the top
my mom is just so STUBBORN. i mean, she got this mega huge deep cut on her finger and thinks that she can do everything by herself even though i've been trained to give first aid. like what's the point of sending me to a first aid course if she doesn't even let me administer what i've learnt? serves her right if her finger falls off. it's evil i know but i'm incredibly irritated that she's just so determined to be as fast and as quick as possible. she's in her room now trying to nurse the cut by herself. she doesn't understand that these things take time and should be done with PATIENCE or else the nursing would take forever.

but who cares about what i can do right? skills gone to waste, that's what everyone tells me when i pass up a chance to do something.


honesty is the best policy