poem for meee !!!

crocker wrote me this poem today, i think its called an acrostic ? anyways, it rocks so here it is, thanks crock !

Free-Spirited
Elves
Rarely
Reheat
Irish
Stew

'Cause
Ecoli
Can
Injure
Livers
Inside
Animals.

bwahaha. what a masterpiece.

stepping outside of the person you've been

and hansel said to gretel, "let us drop these breakcrumbs... so that together we find our way home. because losing our way would be the most cruel of things".

and losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. but, losing your reason for the journey... is a fate more cruel.

this year, i lost my way. sometimes i travelled alone. sometimes, there were others who took the wheel -- and took my heart. but when the destination was reached, it wasn't me who arrived... it wasn't me at all.

and once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be... or lose that person completely.

because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been. and remember the person you were meant to be. the person you wanted to me.

the person you are.

- one tree hill

who inspires you ?

here we go again.

its times like these, that come out of nowhere, where it feels as though my chest has been ripped open and exposed; even the slightest breeze is felt against my insides.

times like these i want to write it all down in a letter for you. that the thoughts that don't have words could somehow make their way onto paper so you could peer into my heart and explore it like a secret garden.

you would know what i know and see what i see and feel what i feel. as i breathe out you would breathe in.










.......... and the past comes rushing back in.

photograph of yourself

think im going for a walk now
feel alittle unsteady
the neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
and out on the porch
the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind

you know
i don't forward
to seeing you again
youll look
like a photograph of yourself
taken from far, far away
i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say

in the backroom
there is a lamp that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on
it swings gently side to side
there is a change in constellations
of balls as we are playing
i see your eye and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying is....
- ani difranco

what is deep inside you ?