Daddy

I love my daddy. I can say that he's my best friend, which is something not a lot (ok probably hardly any) people, let alone teenagers can say. He's always ready to listen and we can talk about anything together. And we hang out. Isn't that crazy? And that's how I want my husband to be. I want him to be my best friend. I want us to hang out and talk and be silent together. Maybe someday. Maybe someday.

Drizzle

There are days when the sun shines in everything that I do. Random spare change appears wherever I step and friends pop up around every corner. But then there are some days when it drizzles -- don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like rain -- because I do. I love the sweet music and the rhythm and the flow and the growth it gives to God's green earth. But when it drizzles, it's just depressing. THe weather can't decide what to do. It's muggy and foggy and spitting randomly. It's just blah. And today's a day like that. A day to think twice and overanalyze and wish that things had gone the other way. A day to stay at home and brood. But unfortunately I can't do that. I have to get up and go throught eh steps of my life. Blah.

Ballerina

When I was little, I wanted to grow up to be a ballerina. I wanted to soar and twirl across the ground -- to have the physical eloquence of a nightingale. Some days I still want that. I want to be beautiful, graceful. I want to dance, to express with my entire body the emotions that music stirs in my soul. Some days.