Fall in love.
Sure, with a boy, if you want to.
Fall in love with something.
Take long walks and slide down the embankment and put your feet in the creek.
Pick weeds and say they're flowers.
Skip stones and write down sunsets.
Eat ice-cream and play tug-o-war.
Spin and jump and leap and sing "Moonlight Bay" just because you freaking CAN.
Learn to play a song on the piano.
Kiss on a stage until you're breathless.
Hide under a table in the library.
Ride a bike through town at 9:00 in the morning.
Comb your friend's hair.
Eat salty pretzels and save the saltiest part for someone else.
Share your cookies.
Eat lunch everywhere but the cafeteria.
Lean out of windows.
Hold someone's face in your hands.
Wear a garland of flowers and ribbons.
Sword-fight with twigs.
Ask questions about what you really want to know.
Drink sparkling grape juice in wine glasses.
Find someone to be your big brother and cherish him.
Get out of your comfort zone.
Pray.
Wear sparkles.
Write love letters and put them in pockets.
Fall in love.
Fall in love with something.

This is the time we're upon. This is where we belong.

i'm having a "fat day". Call me a girl. I dont care.

don't see the toilet or starve myself or bleed, but the many days where i pinch myself (yes, because i can't believe what i'm seeing or feeling underneath my fingers -- so much to grab, so much room for hurt) and become dismayed at the inches i pull at, i shower.

it's funny because we think that we're really exposed when we're naked but the truth is that clothes reveal who we are -- that your stomach isn't really flat there and your breasts aren't significant at all and don't even get me started on those inner thighs.

no, it is after i strip frantically, tossing my restraining clothes (a bra that does nothing, panties that create angry welts on my hips) to the floor so that the black on grey, dying skin doesn't bother my artist's eye to distraction, that i feel like a goddess, taken aback by my own nudity. who would dare turn down a topless girl? (voulez-vous coucher...)

all i see is smooth, smooth skin and gentle curves, hips that suddenly become proportionate, and when i breathe in my stomach and forget to breathe, my ribs peek out at the world beautifully. i argue that the right one is big enough for understated pleasure and the left one will catch up eventually.

and voila, my calves, my first love.

It’s your demise that brought him down.

The demise of the independent,

the transmogrification of a child to a monster.

But all the attempts you made to

Cover it;

Hide it;

Change it;

Save the past from his eyes

went analysed as usual.

Never a scrap left unchecked.

(( whisper in my death, beside my frozen lobe:

I love the way you left me.. ))

(fatality of innocence.)

hand in hand as the rain seeped from clouds that have seen better days. a grassy field and one paved street to go. the faster we run the sooner we can hide behind your door and ditch this world to drown in our teenage lust.

foggy windows result from heavy breathing and exaggerated goosebumps. two children giggled at the siren song of an ignored telephone ring. (they'll never find out anyway.)

raindrops pounded on blurred glass with such velocity, one similar to the raging absorbancy of innocence from in between the sheets..