Daughter of the sea...
Son of the waves,
it is your one hundred and first day...
we celebrate with a bit of spun fun,
and a blanket to place about thee...
when there is no sun,
I give to you now...
instead of grief, or hate, or darkness,
10.1(0) ways and moods to be...
The first night gaze at the Heavens,
revert back to a childhood time...
the second night learn the names of the Solar System,
give them new names of your own...
The third day make a lantern,
of wire and paint...
to light your way through the mist if you ever go wandering onn,
the fourth night make it lit,
and follow a path you've never trod...
The fifth night search for a moth and follow it,
run down the trails that it flies across...
The sixth day wait for the heat of the sun to pass,
then lie on the concrete to soak up its' last warmth...
The seventh day stand in the rain,
let the damp become your skin and the mud swirl 'bout your feet...
The eigth day pick wildflowers,
and search for wild berries...
gather the grains of the fields and yards until its' all you scent,
The ninth day build your own wings...
out of moss, or thread, or dead leaves,
attach them to your back and sit by the sea...
pretend you are an angel wanting home near,
The tenth night ride your bicycle or car through the night...
follow blind impulses,
listen to your heart...
On the eleventh day pretend that you are a ghost,
haunt your brothers and sisters...
go and spook the cat,
The twelth day make blueberry pancakes...
and eat them with a friend,
eat a gallon of whipped cream and ice cream...
and don't fret about your weight,
The thirteenth evening spend the night asleep on the beach...
listen to the roar and the wind,
and feel how warm it is here on the sand...
The fourteenth day kiss a complete stranger,
someone you find fascinating...
The fifteenth night fight to see the dawn,
stay awake to hear the sounds...
and feel the cool breeze of then,
The sixteenth day hide in a library...
and guys :] do not flitter away,
it's where all the girls go to stayy...
On the seventeenth day build a bonfire with friends,
toast marshmallows and play hopscotch over the flames...
become the tribal and take a new name at the end,
On the eighteenth day hunt butterflies through the field...
catch as many as you can and then release them to the sky,
the nineteenth day build a castle out of sand...
a sculpture, a dragon, an ancient land,
On the twentieth day - or day 10.1(0)...
make a better goal or ideal for yourself,
and believe for once that you are capable of good.
I do apolagise good Sirrrrrrs and MadMadams for my absence of late...my computer has been sabotaging my exploits and writings, but it's now behaving...mostly. :] I have ALSO, finally purchased a critique for my first book...a line by line edit and it's awesome to know that I'll have a guide, because often it becomes so hard to keep sight of what the goal is. It's also hard to remember that all this other stuff in my life is secondary...and merely a means to an end, though it is a good place I'm at.
Mainly...you end up giving up what you never thought you'd give, and compromise what you never wanted to. We surprise ourselves, and sometimes I feel that I need a hospital for my soul, because lately...the dark ink has stained it, created painful alien veins that constrict my heart and bodies natural ones.
A week ago I fell into an abyss,
three days ago I awoke and realized that it's seamless...
that the terror is only in the falling,
once you've fallen into the darkness you stop feeling it...
until you don't feel at all.
I desperately need...
to make me human again.
Much Love and endearing things,
Miss CLScarlett xx
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