clap your hands

there's a clamour in your whispering.

office hours with molly

t o d a y

today
i wrote a taylor swift song.

it's

it's the difference between an acquaintance and friend
it's the change in the path with it rounds a small bend
it's the feeling you get when a small baby cries
it's the lump in your throat when your household pet dies
it's the doing of something you'll never regret
it's the promise to someone you'll never forget
it's the hug that you give to someone you don't know
as they cling to you tight, like they'll never let go
it's that tear in your eye when there's nothing to say
it's the light in their smile when you point them the way
it's the service you render, with naught in return
it's the gift that you're given you never could earn
it's all that and so much more

wishes

i wish you were sitting next to me right now
i'd put my head on your shoulder
and give a shuddering little sigh
the kind that people always give when they're trying not to cry
and then you'd put your head on mine
and we'd sit there for a while
listening to music
just enjoying each other's presence
and we'd talk
about things
and life
and music
you'd show me bands
i'd show you bands
we'd share jokes
we'd laugh
we'd tell stories
we'd play guitar
we'd talk with God
but mostly
we'd just be
together
we'd be
doesn't that sound good?

mistland

the real people had always confused me, puzzled me. they lived in my world of mist, but they didn't belong. mistpeople, like me, had never made me nervous. i felt things around them, but the first time i saw a real person, i was down right terrified. he looked just like the mistpeople did, but instead of the shriveled, limp heart that everyone i knew had, this mistman's heart was vibrantly beating. not only did he have a living heart, everything about him seemed real. his laugh was genuine, his presence was understanding, his countenance was sincere. yet, something about him repelled me. when i saw his heart, living and beating, i knew i wanted my heart to live too. but the very reality of this man frightened me. he was so different from everyone around him. his body was still mist, as everyone in this world is, but the most important part of him was whole; his heart. every mistperson treasures and protects their heart, whether they realize it or not. you can tell when someone has made their heart vulnerable: the heart will shake when something is happening to it. the heart only shakes when it is being hurt or being loved. if it is hurting, it will get a deep gash that doesn't bleed but leaves an ugly scar when it tries to heal itself. every heart, except the hearts of the very very young have scars. however if a heart is being loved, it slowly becomes more and more red, growing closer to the colour of a living heart, but never actually reaching that colour. the closest i'd ever seen a heart get to beating was the heart of the bride and groom at weddings. even then, the heart wasn't real. i'd lived my whole life thinking that hearts did not beat. i only caught a glimpse of the mistman's beating heart as he strode by me on the street one day, but it drove me nearly wild curiosity and confusion. my life was changed from that moment.

pretend

let's pretend
i'm that little girl
you're that little boy
we're best friends
just like it used to be