you want to sing, you feel like spring, you want to pass it on

because my last post drew an errie silence (other than Jenn ofcourse), and because I have been tagged by Vij, and mostly because I had time at work with nothing to do and the tag seemed relatively simple here goes.....

i am thinking about
Changing the color of the walls. From yellow to white. Changing the cushion covers, the bed spread, the blinds. Making them all white. Organsing the books in height order. Playing chants in the background and inviting the girls over for vine.

i said..
To my mom that if the astrologers she believed in were true, I would have been married four times over, would be sitting by the beach, spanking my four year old for troubling my two year old. And then we both laughed.

i want to...
spend the rest of my life being irresponsible.

i wish...
I could fly. Really fly. Only fly.

i hear...
My grandfather saying “I am proud of you”. He used to say it often. And I used to love the sound of it. It meant both that I belonged and that I made em proud.

i wonder
If Ananya will remember row row row your boat when I meet her next. And if she will still say O wow. And if the bag I bought her will make her say it. And I also wonder about what Warney is thinking. Especially when he puts his head on his paws.

i regret...
letting good sense prevail

i am...
a little girl who still believes in fairy tales

i dance...
hoping no ones watching

i sing...
On top of the world , while I am floating on my back, staring at the sky. I even sing humko mann ki shakti dena when I am scared of falling off the horse. And I always sing listen to the rhythm of the falling rain when it rains. And of course I sing christmas carols through December.

i cry...
and after that I always look pretty

i am not always...
original

i make with my hands...
Friendship bands. In various colors. Same design.

i write...
because it makes me happy

i confuse...
between labtop and laptop and then I think and I know. Also between right and left and I have to always stick my hand out to know.

i need…
a witness

And Iris, Seashells, EOR, and magalilunel.blogspot.com, yes you have been tagged. Please indulge me.

Runaway train never going back. Wrong way on a one way track. Seems like I should be getting somewhere, Somehow I'm neither here no there

I have nine headaches. Each has a different name. And they wont go, not in a hurry. My eyes fall on the vase. There are seven yellow zebras. I can treat them with the zebras. But I am two zebras short. Michael and John are still here. They have decided to keep me company through the night. I avoid them and start counting the stars in the sky. I spot Nancy. She begins a conversation. She is on their side. She joins them on my crowded bed. I try ignoring them. They are pulling at my pillow. I throw the pillow to the ground. I twist and turn. I pull the cover to my head. But now they are watching television and it is to loud. I want to sleep. I want to be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning and go to work. That will make me feel better. Now the three of them start laughing. Work will make her feel better. Has she thought of where she is going? I start singing to myself. Something we used to sing in my school assembly. They get bored. I see them leaving from the corner of my eye. Now I can hear the clock. Its making too much noise. I need to pull out the battery. But I don't have the strength. To move . Or to scream.