she looked in his sunken eyes and saw the remnants of yesterday - the stale crumbs on strewn newspapers which look like they were placed in some sort of random pattern, attracting bedraggled seagulls - rats on wings - and stray mangy cats, claws clicking on the now cracked concrete. its fissures branched out into rivers and tributaries across the floor, stopping only to form large lakes filled with suspiciously pungent rainwater dripping from where the roof had given way.

he pleaded at her with those onceblue, onceradient pools; hands outstretched in a silent tableau of desperation.

what could she do?

she turned away. and it faded into yesterday.

sleepyhead sun; sleepyhead me

...you are the gift; you are the proof
the Lord looks down and warms my roof
you are the light; you are the sign
that i am loved and life is mine...

seeing the sun rise over the horizon always fills me with a warm fuzzy feeling, and its not the feeling of me roasting under my uber-thick doona (although i must say that it does add to the sensation..).

it really is a comfort to know that His mercies are new every morning. i don't know how we could live from day to day otherwise.

thank you God for Your love, the sun, and every new day.

random musings from tonight's insomniac

trying to find something positive to write on a sleepness night

you know how it is. a thousand thoughts rushing through your brain, and it refuses to take a break. rather frustrating i must say.

...

i think its time to try and get some shut eye.

it's a long day ahead.

'hmmm..' moments

"blogs are like online mortuaries...
you never know when you might be reading a dead person's blog"
- wynn

little accidents

this may seem a little odd. coming from me especially, but i think i'm actually starting to enjoy housework.

maybe its because its early in the semester, and i'm still euphoric about having my own place. but i do like the order that it brings to the crazy mess that sometimes accumulates during the week.

heh. maybe cleanliness really is next to godliness.

in other news. i managed to burn myself on my sandwich maker, while making a sandwich (to state the obvious). there is now a swollen bump of red sensitive flesh on my right wrist. it's kind of sting-y. but i think it'll be fine after awhile.

i'm always doing stuff like that to myself. i've got so many bumps and bruises on myself that i've recently started to name them.

note to self: try to be less clumsy.

it was love that set this fragile planet rolling
tilted at our perfect twenty three

...chasing the clouds away

i've always wondered what a sunny day would taste like. we all know how it feels, smells, looks and sounds like, but i've never known anyone to describe one in terms of taste. i guess most normal people wouldn't go around with their tongues hanging out trying to taste the summer breeze or afternoon sun..

i imagine that it would be sweet. not overly saccharine-sweet, but a kind of multi-textured sweetness. like cold grapes or nectarines - dripping with juicy goodness when you bite into it. i love cold grapes on a hot summer day. doesn't everyone?

maybe it's just a game of association. but i think its intruiging nonetheless :)

life gave me lemonade

so a new chapter of my life has begun.

why lemonade? because its sweet stuff that's squeezed from a fruit that makes a lot of us wrinkle our noses, and scrunch our faces in extreme-sour-agony.

someone once told me that it's lemons that make sugar sweet.

lemonade days is about those bittersweet moments that we all experience. it's also about mixing a bit of sugar in with freshly squeezed lemon juice.. to give us all that profoundly unique taste that keeps us wanting more :)

life gave me lemonade and i can't imagine why
born on a sunny day beneath a tangerine sky
live life without pretending
i'm a sucker for happy endings
thanks for the lemonade

- "Lemonade", Chris Rice