Saturday, May 10, 2003

 

i hate it when people stop loving things (where did the love go?)...is it inevitable that love will end? are we so fickle? people, places, memories, creations...all loved and appreciated...10, 20, 100 years down the line and its treated with scorn and contempt...and it hurts...why are we so dismissive? scorn is like poison...i'm so scared some times at how easily we kick things away.

with so much poison in the world i have to wonder how i survived so long without knowing that love could be different...constant, true, accepting...

posted by Brianne 10:46 pm

Thursday, May 08, 2003

 

so whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

1 corinthians 10:31

posted by Brianne 9:22 pm

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

 

the daisies and the dandelions have shared the same death, they are not fighting now...they are covered up and will soon be forgotten. Seasons will pass and will anyone care that they could not share the field?

posted by Brianne 7:03 pm

 

the dandelions were winning, they had noticed the daisies infiltrating from the rear and they had turned on them...but it was too late for both sides, the lawnmower was coming. As the blades separated their heads from their bodies they were still intent on the deaths of their enemies not noticing the common foe moving in their midst. The massacre has not ended yet but it is the beginning of the end.

posted by Brianne 12:46 pm

Tuesday, May 06, 2003

 

i think i have made esther really angry this time. she slammed that door really hard and that shout sounded just a little bit pissed off (i should know, i've lost my temper so many times in my life i think i must have spent my whole life angry). If you read this esther sorry!!!! kiss kiss :D :( if you like you can hit me really hard (as long as its not the face).................................

posted by Brianne 8:06 pm

Monday, May 05, 2003

 

where have all the cows gone?

posted by Brianne 10:34 am

Sunday, May 04, 2003

 

the leaves of the tree outside were dancing on the kitchen wall, they were on fire. They seemed to dance so gleefully but i suppose they were in their death throes.
I could have stopped it but i left them there dancing.

posted by Brianne 8:22 pm

 

i can hear the sky rumble and see the flames flicker through the leaves,
something is moving over me,
the trees are silent
witnesses

posted by Brianne 8:17 pm

 

you don't live here esther polley...

posted by Brianne 8:11 pm

 

There is a seagull tap-dancing on the roof over esther's room. I think esther is renting the roof out as a stage, i'm not sure the university will allow her to do that. If she gets kicked out she had better not think about dragging us down with her. You're on your own babe.

posted by Brianne 5:03 pm

 

Esther and I went to see X men 2 last night (I went to see it willingly and Esther was dragged kicking and screaming). Esther threatened to wear an "I'm not a geek" t-shirt and laughed at the people running to get good seats. I decided I would like to control the weather like storm. The weather is so beautiful, powerful, and can hold a person enthralled. I can think of so many moments in my life which would not have been the same if the weather had not been a certain way, memories marked out in my mind by the weather that day.

Many people had imaginary friends when they were kids, i imagined the wind was my friend. I thought i could hear it speaking to me when it was rustling the trees or when a door banged open in the wind. Running on windy days i imagined the wind was helping me to run faster, i thought i could outrun anyone. I loved the wind in my hair and on my face i thought it was saying hello or comforting me when i was in pain, thats why i never allowed anyone to cut my hair as a kid, because of that feeling of the wind blowing my hair...and forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

posted by Brianne 4:49 pm