10 Fingers 10 Toes

I was a little bit hyperactive last night and so I just started writing down lyrics for a song and this is how it turned out.

I have ten fingers, have ten toes,

Don't stick either up my nose.

But one time on the 9th of July,

I could see a ladybird fly.

But whether or not that has any relevance,

To this story in present tense,

Well I guess you'll just have to wait around and see.

There are many ways to co-exist,

With monkeys and them flying pig.

First you stop deforestation,

But that could halt urbanisation.

So now you'll have to find a way,
Before the 17th of May,
To help protect all of the flying pigs.

Now you know this song had no point,
I'm remotely sorry to disappoint,
But now you know one hings is always true...

I have six fingers, ate four toes,
One was momentarily caught in a hose,
And one day you'll understand what this all meant.

This got me thinking, what is this song about, and I concluded that it is the compelling tale about a boy, who is living with ADHD. It's all about how his view on the world is fast moving and rapidly changing and that one day he will have the courage to tell his friends about his disorder.

Loneliness + Time = Pathetic Dreams

So, I thought that maybe I can share my pathetic dreams with all of you. This, dear reader is pathetic dream number 1, and for all intensive purposes, let's pretend that absolutely perfect guys exist.

It's early night after our 10th or 12th date, the moonlight is covered by dark clouds that threaten to rain at any second. I'm standing in a nice red dress and a set of low heels, and he's walking beside me in jeans, a nice shirt, a black leather jacket and runners. 

Finally on the walk through the woods, we reach a clearing that leads out onto a bridge that hovers over a stagnant lake. Then it starts to rain, not the light sort of sprinkle that makes the droplets shine in the partial light, but the heavy kind, the thick onslaught of droplets that obliterate everything in their path. 

He senses that I might be cold and I tell him that I'm not but he refuses to let me go on without his jacket draped over my shoulders. When we make it halfway across the bridge we stop to look at the lake which is lit only by a lonely street lamp, struggling to pump out a dim light. We stand almost directly underneath the light, and even with my heels I have to lift my chin slightly to look in his eyes. 

The light provided by the lamp, only allows me to make out half of his perfect face, his hair, that was previously was standing at odd messy angles, now patted down by the rain is framing his face. We stand like that in silence for a while, silently communicating with our eyes, calling each other beautiful without disturbing the tranquility.He will put his hand, which was holding mine, underneath my chin, raising it just ever so slightly from its current position. He will put his other hand on the side of my head, cupping my cheek and and ear, for just another sweet moment we will look at each other before he leans down just ever so slightly to kiss me. 

It will be a passionate kiss and I will have raised my hand to his cheek bones and we will break apart and stare at each other once more. We will share that same silence before walking home. We don't want to ruin the moment, we want to be stuck in those 2 minutes leading from the rain, to the kiss, forever. That bridge becomes our spot, out safe haven. And in those unspoken words, we fall in love all over again.

And I know I'm not the best writer, and I find it hard to communicate my feelings because I'm partially heartless but eh, what can you do? This blog is sort of a way for me to vent my feelings to people so yeah, my feelings it is.