Saturday, December 27, 2008
I'm like a canary the way I'll never stay one place for long.
I'll play in finger-paint and draw cities on the bedroom walls. I'll splash through rain puddles and spin in circles to test my new sunday dress. I'll sing and dance loudly around my room to the Submarines. And yet I am terrified of never knowing what I am to do with myself. I am only a child. Not particularly the ideal... not particularly concerned with the casualties of such a state. Maybe even somewhat oblivious? Who knows.