Laughter
Sometimes I find the laughter of Children haunting. They giggle, sheik and run around. They do what Children do best, be small Children.

Although, I do fin some laughter more haunting than others. It's threatening, a bad omen.

Something doomed in the Resonance of their shrill laughter or the Chilidish laughter some of the Older ones exhibit. It's hallow and empty-false and fake. One, most of the time, is true and loving;the other is nothing more than a grumbling cackle in the night. Or the sound at night that is unfindable and indistingishable.

On happier days the empty laughter is masked and concealed by the happiness and something Warm.

Most of We don't have time for such things. Their laughter is often gone unheard. They don't hear the endless Play or the Doomed Play.

They (Childrem) haven't learned, yet.
They feel invincible and are naive.
And in a way, it's true.
Some Days I wish everyone could go back to those days.

Bowlful of Stars
I remember when I was a kid. I tried to keep the Moon with my rice bowl. Of course you can't keep the Moon. Remember that silly story? That person wasn't the only one. I tried too. The Moon is beautiful and dear to me. It lights up my night and it calms the chaos that swarms around. Chaos that I make for myself or not. Chaos that is nothing more than pitiful childish pressures in life.

You can't have the Moon and neither can I. The Moon is there to light up everyone's night and calm everyone's chaos. But you can't have my bowlful of stars. Only I can. You can have your own. I can hold them in my hand. These stars are tangible and dear. Accompaning the Moon singing to the Moon keeping her company. They calm my eyes and ears. Thank you. I know at night I can sleep soundly when you are all there. A calm night is what I love.

Glitter and glisten in the sky. No one can have you. Because I chose you every night from the billions of stars that sparkle in the sky. Only mine my handful my bowlful of stars.

In the light of the night holding in my hand the small little trinkets that too glitter and sparkle in my hand. Like stars like little moons like little planets. I too can hold them and they make me happy and smile.

My bowlful of stars.

~*~Thornless ((0)) sliding on Saturn's rings.

Thornless
How many years have I had this account?
Long, I don't even remember.
Thornless.
Why am I thornless?
Does that make me more friendly?
More kinder?
Or just an egotist?

Is a rose without its thorns more beautiful?
Do people want it more then those with thorns?

is a Rose a rose without it's thorns?
I don't think so.

There are alot of things that have been going on in my life and I'm feeling the pressure.
I had a dream last night.
Everyone was critizing me.
Telling me how ungraitful I am.
I woke up just to shut them all up.
Am I selfish then?
I woke up to shut them all up.
I didn't want to listen.
My hands shook and my heart raced.
My head cold.
And even when I was awake the voice(s)didn't stop.

Thorns and needles show that something is precious and something is being protected or is keeping something out. But is being thornless. Does that mean that everything enters? Or does that mean everything just comes at it and just slides right off from the waxy stem and leaves and the velvet petals? Does that make me heartless, then?

Someone is always telling me that I don't ever care about them or anything.
Someone is always asking me if I'm worrying about the future.
Then when I blow out air or smile afterwards; this someone always loses their temper shaking their head, giving me cold eyes. The they raise their voice at me,causing my temper to rise. Then telling me they are not "yelling".

I don't look like it.
I know...
I look like I don't care.
I look like I'm cold.
I look like I don't worry.
But in truth I do. Why else do I always make my mind wander? Why do I always stray from what I am suppose to do to make myself better?

I won't side with you,nor will I go against you.
I'll be right here. Looking like I'm just fine not worrying, but I will.

The thread that is holding everything is stretching like spider thread. Stretching dangerously...

Or is it just me?
Someone tell me it is just me.
~*~
Thornless (@/)
((0))Saturn Rings.