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Oh my god. I'm so stuffed up and gross and ugh! I thought I was on the mend from this damned cold. ;-; My cough has gotten somewhat better but now I'm so stuffed up and congested I can barely hear. Work is just going to be joy today, isn't it? And I know Kelsey, who I'm closing with, is also super sick. This will be interesting. I wish retail didn't suck so hardcore and that I could just call in sick.

I want a better job, damn it!

::: Honey :::

I want to weave a net about you
like a spider sets her trap
but the rain just keeps on falling
distracting me

I crave to feel your fingers
tapping out a melody on my spine
could the music in your head
be enticed by my lips?

you would sing your songs
like honeycombs so sweet
while I see though every hole
to the true buzzing of your brain

this hive, is it so heavy?
with bumbling, striped thoughts
set to dancing by each sweet thing
would that I were one

::: A Bad Friend :::

it's scary
how the days stream together
I can't remember the last time we said goodbye
I'm not trying to be a bad friend
I just can't
I honestly can't recall
the tea is cold in the cup
forgotten in another bout of madness
or was it something else?

I'll bet eternity is under a skirt somewhere
waiting for me to find it
it tastes like bitter honey
floating at the back of your throat

when was it?
I don't know the day we met
it could have been yesterday or tomorrow
they're all gone by
I honestly can't recall
I'm sorry
I'm not trying to be a bad friend
remind me how we said hello
the way things fuse in my mind
it's funny

::: Alice Syndrome :::

oh, you're falling, certainly
but not the way you think
your only white rabbit
is the boots on your feet
and I doubt even that is real
are you going back now
to that world inside your head?
you know that it can't save you
your playing cards
they only cut your fingers
and your tea party is out of line
is it truly better off with your head?

::: Winter Storm :::

lightning eyes and stormy brows
but hands as soft as clouds
he is my sir of blowing winds
bright stars and dining lords
ladies begging for drops of tea
like rain he feeds me their richness
as though I deserve all summer's sun
you flower me green with truths

I don't understand this moonlight
that shines from his bright eyes
reflecting ice from my uncertainty
I could have loved him, perhaps I do
blowing snow lifts my skirts and
makes it hard to see the sky
when I watch my footing so carefully
have I ever so feared falling?