- blonde, blue eyed, do you want my likes and dislikes? Just Kidding. I'll fill this out at some time when I know exactly how to describe myself..which might be by someone else, post-mortum, only because I don't think I could sum myself up entirely, because people in general change everyday and can never make up their minds and if they are adamant about something? Well then they're not open to new ideas, research,and realizations. Everyday something happens that makes us different the next day than what we were the day before. That's life.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I Am Birthday Cake
I am birthday cake. For weeks we talk, plan, can't wait for the special day. Then finally it comes. All happiness and cheer when the cake arrives, all lit up with fire and smiles. Then we slice it up, stab it, smash it with our forks, gobble it down. The next day, we make promises, it definately won't go to waste. Used,useless it sits. Remains all smeared, ruffles and roses of no interest anymore. Tossed away without thought or care. I'm broken to pieces, crying in a trash bag. I don't want to be trash, but I feel like I am. I am just the remains of a used birthday cake in the garbage.