In between blinking

Creation and the monster

Brain children tatter the play pen
throwing a muck
creation and the monster
it's none of their business anymore

who's here for show
prancing merry, knees high
kicking heels in sand pits
laughing, our eyes water

no one's to blame
everyone wants the other
something unattainable
the smartest babies know better

I want to be the one.
who has
a~ll
the fun.

gotta feed these damn kids first though.

blessed change

Tomorrow is my last day living on Wana'ao with the Adlers.

I am happy and thankful for many things.

I am ready.