Humpty-Dumpty fell down the stairs, Humpty-Dumpty gave a great scare. All the office ladies, and the nice RN Said, "You should never go near stairs again!"
It's been a day since I fell and had to go to the hospital, but they sent me home after a few tests, so the concussion wasn't too bad. I'm alright now with only a headache and a few body aches. Mood: Happy Music: None
I can never take a holiday from feeling like I'm nothing more than a grain of dirt. I'm no different from the soil around me. The only thing I have to look forward to is that maybe, just maybe, I might have some tiny role in growing something beautiful. Yeah sure I have the minerals a such to aid in the growth of life, but what are my chances for really being given a seed and making it what I want it do be? For instance: Maybe I want a big, beautiful weeping willow tree, but instead I get grass or thorny bushes. You can't turn grass into a tree, try as you might, it will NEVER happen. Maybe that is all I was put on earth for, to aid in growing something common or not as beautiful as others. While the thought of being common hurts my pride, I am not willing to be an ant or a sheep, damnit, I want to be a jackalope! So what if I'm imaginary? At least I am my own person. I know it is valuable to be your own person and to be yourself, but sometimes, it's just so hard to break the mold. Mood: Metaphorical and deep. Music: The rain on my roof.
