; my boo

The father's no smoking at home injunction is ruining my life.

Hello dude, it is no fault of ours that the youngest picked up the habit.

I mean, like, since 4/5 of the family are smokers, also 4/8 of the homo sapiens under the roof, a compromise is the only fair way to eliminate resentment and maintain familial harmony.

; if

if a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't i paint you? the words will never show, the you i've come to know.

if a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am i to go? there's no one home but you, you're all that's left me too.

and when my love for life is running dry, you come and pour yourself on me.

if a man could be two places at one time i'll be with you. tomorrow and today, beside you all the way.

if the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to die, i'll spend the end with you, and when the world was through.

then one by one,
the stars would all go out.

then you and i would simply.. fly.. away...

; where are you?

Where are you Christmas?

Why can't I find you? Why have you gone away?
Where is the laughter you used to bring me, why can't I hear music play?

My world is changing,
I'm rearranging.

Does that mean Christmas changes too?

Where are you Christmas,
Do you remember, the one you used to know?

I'm not the same one, see what the time's done.
Is that why you have let me go?