Una Cuchara Bellisima

Remember to Wake

Ho-hum, 

the time has come,

to bed you go,

away!

dreams will seep

into your sleep

to bed you go,

away!

to far away lands

only you understand,

to bed you go,

to bed you go,

but only the night to stay!

Weird. I've never written a children's poem before.

What's this?

The whole wild world

in a silver spoon?

a speck of sun

an edge of earth

and a mottled drop of moon?

Weird, weird. But good. Maybe this means I really will be able to write a good children's story by May? (hopefully before so that my sister has time to illustrate it?)

I've had some kind of day.

You know what? That first poem is iambic. Holy cow. I just wrote in meter. 

This morning I woke up all depressed. Angst was stamped on my forehead.

Then I got angry. Angry at the whole world. Strange.

Then I ate three oranges.

I spilled my heart to two glorious friends and lay in bed for hours.

Then I realized how hilarious everything is.

The guy next to me in martial arts today asked if I was a ballerina.

My legs hurt fit to rain. That's good, though. That means I did well today.

I've decided I'm going to the rec to practice kicks every day. I intend to pwn Keegan. I bet I lose the will power to do that in two days. We'll see, shall we?

So then Laura gave me a STONE--amazing?? Yes! I love stones so much. This one fits comfortably in my palm, is black with a grey spiral in the middle.

And then I got a package from Jacob. I sprinted to get it, smiling. A random guy saw me and jumped, cocked his head at me... and smiled back. I said "Hello!" as if he was my best friend and bolted through the door.

When I got the package I smelled the box. I love paper and cardboard. And later I would learn this box was handled by mailpeople all the way from Greece.

In the box, several amazing articles... including... a SPOON!

A spoon which happens to be the perfect size for a certain perfect stone...

A spoon full of universe.

I was talking to Jacob about Universe Soup. We decided it isn't good to eat. I think one shouldn't exceed a spoonful in a day... it's a lot to take in.

"Everything is only as it is"

When you pass under a tree, look up as you walk. There's nothing like it.