he’s with his girlfriend.

She had this bird named Baby. Baby was her doorbell. Whenever someone pulled into her driveway, Baby would start screeching until Mema got up and went to the door.

Baby would only talk to two people. Her, and I. She promised me that if anything ever happened and she couldn’t keep him anymore, that she would give him to me. And she followed through. Baby still lives in my kitchen, and he still talks to only me.

• My brother picked on me today.
  It was annoying, but really funny.

from mentors are great.

I think everyone in the world should have a mentor…

Such a compliment. :)

I feel really odd today. I shouldn’t be; I can’t find a reason for this. But I don’t feel like myself.

I’ve been practicing a song all day. I’m hardly exaggerating. I’ve been playing it for hours with only a couple breaks to help mom with some chores.

And I’ve been watching my hands play the parts I’ve memorized, or the parts in which I’m lacking the confidence to play without watching them. And they don’t feel like my hands. The music I hear doesn’t sound or feel like the music I’m playing. But I keep playing it… and I watch my room become darker as the rain comes, and the chords become clearer after about an hour. And my hands become stiff from moving in the same way over and over. And so I shake them, and begin again… And I just don’t stop… because I can’t stop…

It’s like I’m wandering around in some sort of cloudy fog and I can’t dry the dew off of my body? That’s the only way I can think to explain it.

I don’t think I’m complaining, though.

_M

Shadows all around you
As you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip
Of night’s unfolding arms.
Darkness, darkness everywhere,
Do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity,
The heavy weight of stone.
You don’t see what you possess,
A beauty calm and clear.
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness
Like a chandelier.
All the light that you possess
Is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect,
Is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror,
So silver, so exact,
So precise and so pristine,
A perfect pane of glass.
I will set the mirror up
To face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every
Moment that you rise.

_{Absolutely adore this song.}