Saturday, October 15, 2005

   Here...i dont need this anymore...

Wh0oT Wh0oT!! Have good and bad news today! Bad news :: I need to go to my cousins...they bother me. espesically Robert. hes werid...in a bad way. hes a poser. he bothers me. Mike is really cool (sometimes) hes only a poser when my cousin jeff is around. (my cousin jeff ((who is 14 by the way)) has a crush on me...*shivers*). and Aj is awesome. hes only six. this kid is hilarious. i love him. well... im the onldest one and the only girl out of six grandchildren. and they try to make fun of me because i dont like the same things they like and i like anime and stuff. if they do that i just turn around and give them this look that gets them scared. then i just crack my nuckles and they run x]. Good news :: I just ate a cheese omlete (sp?)!! with pepper! i like pepper on almost everything x]. and i change meh theme (obviously) but this time it shall stay like this. well, at least until Halloween is over. (which is my favorite holiday) well ill get to sites later...i have to go now. bye! Rikku <3 Deep underground, I kept digging a hole. Without knowing where it would lead. With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand, I search for your arm. Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it. I was crushed by your strength. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn wings. See, I can flutter better than you thought. The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon. Where will it take seed and blossom? The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home. And steal my eyes away from me. Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you, I believed I could become your true hiding place. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony. See, I can flutter better than you thought. If you can’t hear me, even though I scream, I want you to destroy me with your own hands. While you can still hold me dear. Your arms that hold me back. Turn into a gentle dust. I simply stare at the sky, silently. Burned on, The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands. Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn wings. Burned down, The place of our promise that will never return. See, I can flutter better than you though.

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