waiting

I'm restless, i'm bored, i'm angry.i feel crazy. In frustration, in pain, brows furrowed, glaring at my reflection, i sit in listless agony, willing my phone to ring. I await the sound of your melifluous voice, to serenade me, to elate me, to liberate me.

Woohoo! RECESS! A little hiatus in order to set the topoisomerase on the supercoils that are being infused into my life.

innocence

The loss of innocence is often associated with maturity and wisdom, but it is also coupled with a certain amount of melancholy. In the eyes of most parents, the child can do no wrong, but in the same eyes, the child of another parent is often under intense scrutiny. Whats more depressing is when the innocence lost is not initiated by the child him/herself but rather just a waning suspicion of the parent.
Life generally isn't as scandalous as the parent thinks, (too much soap!) there is nothing sinister about the simple touch or a kind word to a friend. This is like an infectious disease, malignant in nature, it spreads like wildfire, destroying simple traditions. This disease affects other innocent parties as well, often in a much more severe way for that is the nature of gossip and suspicion. Life is meant to be lived! not to be bound by baseless accusations and unwarranted fears.

People, Please GROW UP!