banging themselves silly...

Hey.. so ya today is sunday. How did it get to be sunday so soon? I'm not sure where my days went. One day fell into another.. So I sat outside today, I rested my head on some cracked pavement and let some ants discover my leg. What are you thinking down there little ant? How does the world look from all the way down there? How do we look from all the way up here? Is a puddle an ocean and do pebbles pose a problem? Do you war with the worms? and have you ever taken tea with a termite? Little ant, what do you wish for? Do you wish to be beautiful like some big headed butterfly or mysterusly sad, like some moping midnight luner moth.. Ant Ant Ant.. At night when all the bugs are banging themselves silly.. are you asleep and do you dream? The sky was fuzzy and I was dazed. Where were you? I thought about it. I thought about having a friend, what that would be like. How would it be to call somone on the phone and ask them to come over for a little while. Thinking about it makes me smile, a friend. You know one of those things, one of those people who could see you in your pajama's with maple syrup drizzled across your chest and your breath smelling like last weeks take out. They would still like you. I find myself thinking of that alot.. to have people to go out with, just so you wouldnt have to go out alone. Hey wanna go to the movies? go find someplace in the park? We could get some chalk or blow some bubbles? How about a bike ride or a lemon-aid stand.. A friend is a good thing. Like winnie the pooh and brier rabbit.. we wouldnt have to hang out by ourselves, you cant get lost with a friend.. wherever they are - you are too. I am getting shivers. Theres a smiling spreading itself across my face.. Walking down the street on some sunday afternooon, just you and your buds.. like the fantastic four on holiday. You, them.. and all of your super powers combined. Laughing at stuff only we would find funny.. whispering shivers and talking thoughts..

Afternoon moons..

I took a deep breath earlier - It slid down my throat and fluttered to the bottom of my stomach. As it fell, it brushed up against some resting thoughts and sleeping memories. I hiccuped a wish and let one fly. Today is a day for dancing. We could go someplace, someplace far away from here. Maybe we'll cross the street, and discover a new kind of walk. Perhaps we could Follow the road, roll down the hill and climb up a mountain, A far away place. far far away. Farther then we've ever gone before. Someplace where they couldnt find us. Somplace where we wouldnt be found. We could take off our shoes and squish our toes in the almost summer time grass. Pretend its just us, and that we are the last ones left. Fill our stomachs with butterflys and laugh until it hurts. We could taste the summer time wine on the very tip of our tongues and pretend its june. But Just a few drops, as the bottle isn't quite full yet. Its only april. Thank you Mr. Sun for being so brilliantly bright today.Hey Did you notice that nothing bad happend today, I didnt say the wrong thing and none of my bubbles burst. Today all the pennies were found sunny side up and my lunch time sandwich wasn't shmooshed. No busted juice boxes and my shoe laces remained tied. Today was a good day.