Tag: Scars

Reciprocity…

Once Bitten Twice Shy?

Where is Lauryn Hill when we need her?

Oh here she is…

Ex-Factor ~ Lauryn Hill

Keeping a secret is hard…especially when the secret is yours..

The contours fade….. words map out my mind…

Honesty is refreshing as long as you don’t get to hear the truth….

Worse if you hear it and you want to act upon it….

There maybe a thousand wrongs…..but one right is what   they are all worth…..

Call the cavalry, cause we need help…..

This disease that has spread….and we seem to brave it out..

There is the first casualty….. “Reasoning”

Here comes the next “Patience”…..

We say goodbye to the sepia toned memories at last…

It sure is a sin to kill a mocking bird…..

But darling this mocking bird don’t sing…

“You let go and I’ll let go too”

Do without..

I was going to write today why I hate the Lion king and why I have sworn never to watch Bambi ever again….

Seemed like such a childish thing to write about….

Thank you Disney for scarring me for Life….

I don’t think I will ever forgive you for killing Mufasa  or Bambi’s mother……now my hands tremble when I walk by the video store and I see cut outs of the Lion king…..Oh how could you?

Thanks to you I never did complete my Bambi coloring book which was drenched half the time with a certain 5 year old tears….Damn you Disney! Damn you!

The Loneliness ~ Babyface

But The Lion King reminds me of a special detail of my childhood….

It reminds me of a little boy I used to know…

The boy who owned The lion king movie….I used to think he was so much like Simba…..royal and a little sad…..

I remember he went through a phase of eating with his left hand…..He loved the The Adams Family….while I loathed Wednesday….He was always so bright-eyed and ready for school, while I hated waking up at dawn and the fact we had to wear a uniform,,

He was barely 11 while he walked around like he was 20, and I was secretly so proud of him as my friend…..he was always gentle to animals and loved his fishes…. a clown who made Sophie and me laugh all the time….he always spoke to us and treated us if we were Princesses…..

His eyes had a secret….that I thought only I could see…….a secret that he never did tell me…..

I don’t remember how we first met…..but I know we will never forget him….because I know our childhood would have never been the same without him….

“So tell me how you feel
Are you for real ?”