Run

The air was cold, there was no humidity, the sun gave warmth, it was cold under the shades. I was in a park, there were tall trees with long drooping branches, the leaves were green, the ground was littered with fallen leaves, branches, and yellow wild flowers. The park was in some sort of valley, and before entering it you could walk in the high ground and admire the nature. I was running, but I couldnt see myself, I could feel the cold air go through my nose and into my lungs, I had my running legs of the past, I wasnt going very fast because it sort of felt like a slow motion movie scene, I glanced at the sky and found that the branches obscured the sky and I could only see it in light blue patches here and there. I ran to the upper level and found my parents. They were dressed in winter clothes and smiled. We got in the car and they drove while I dozed off in the back. Then we reached another park, and the temperature dropped, clouds filled the sky, the trees had gone brown and the leaves dry. I was in some sort of competition, and apparently I was fairly capable because I felt at ease, "pace yourself, start out slow like always, final three hundred you can start to move, and then let go."
There were other runners, adults and old teenagers like us, we had to take an open elevator and some sort of ride to the park, the medals were just red pieces of string and they hung in one corner of the elevator. We were set lose, and this time the trail was filled with dried dirt and leaves, you could hear the crunching sound with every step. The race never really started with the horde of runners rather I found myself running alone most of the time, but I did feel like I was gradually moving up even if I couldnt see people, it was more like feeling their presence. Back in junior high I started with a moderate pace and gradually left people behind, and in the last meters of the mile I sprinted, it felt like that. I wasnt tired, I was enjoying literally every step, I liked breathing the cold air and my body temperature was warm enough that I got to the point where I couldnt feel the cold anymore. I passed a small bridge that had very dark water underneath it, it looked almost black. I came to a small drop off in the trail and skidded down, leaves were flying everywhere. It gave me momentum and a rush of energy and I would've kept going but I spotted a black metal fence on my right, I was close to it so I opened it, the flora changed to where there were tall and green pine trees along a trail of english grass that lead to a giant wall covered in dark green moss. I could see a smaller gate so I ran towards it, once I was close enough to the wall I ran my hand along the side of it. It felt so real. I stepped infront of the gate to get a look and noticed that the air felt lighter, there vast green plains and the sky was a deep blue. It was very beautiful but I had to leave so I tore some of the moss from the wall and ran back to the trail.

(sorry too lazy to edit)

Here we go

Mon Dieu,
can you belive a year is already gone?

I hope summer isn't too lonely or repetitive.

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for some reason this reminds of something that went a little like this:
"good morning tee-chair!"
"hallo!"
"my head feels like"
"its going to explode"
"my eyes, I... "
"can hardly open them, the light, its too much!"
"my throat"
"like the summer in the plains of texas, needing of H2O"
"my stomach!"
"it...oh non, please dont!"
"hahaha, gotcha!"
"....... hahaha"
"good morning!"

jgmdmsm

et bien

que vas a tocar?

ven. escucha.

sentado, con la espalda muy derecha empiezas a tocar, como siempre me recargo junto al lado del piano. la musica empieza a llenar el salon. la poca gente que pasa no se detiene, son extranos a este momento. tocar para alguien siempre es dificil, especialmente si la consideras como alguien importante para ti. alguna vez lo dijiste. pero eso ya es del pasado, tocar asi y aqui ahora es natural. esta pieza lleva recuerdos de madrugadas como estas, en donde escucharte me lleva a sonreir, me atrae mas a ti, no se porque pero te hace parecer mas guapo, me recuerda porque decidi darte el si, y me lleva a darte algo un poco fuera de mi caracter, que aun con teniendote y estando segura de lo que tenemos, aun con todo este tiempo me da un poco de miedo demostrar afecto espontaneo. pero hoy, a las quiensabe que horas del amanecer, me desprendo del lado del piano, y antes de que la pieza acabe, arreglo un mechon de tu cabello, y sin ninguna razon mas que demostrarte afecto, mis labios tocan tu cuello.
te siento sonreir y repozas tu cabeza junto a la mia.
y en momentos que la pieza empieza a requerir mas de tus manos me contento con sentarme en el sofa, y dejar pasar el tiempo.

y la pieza sigue. llenando horas, dias, meses, realmente no ha terminado, la escuchas?

Four Strangers

Monday:
Military patriot, married wife who amazingly was also in the military, firm believer of our saviour George Bush, two sons one five years old the other will be here in two weeks, had a daughter but sadly she "decided to go back to papa God, didn't want to stick around I guess." Anti-immigration, hard worker, loves women, loves women so much his wife is insanely jealous from time to time, drives a 1956 Cadillac something, plates from California, born and raised in San Diego, dreams of owning an acre in the outskirts of Houston.

Tuesday:
Policeman, apprehensive about children left without their parents, exclusive to Richmond, generous with money, does not know how to navigate a phone book, two daughters, wants them in college preferably Texas A&M, drives a four door black truck with leather seats, his gun is on the passenger side, he likes to dry clean his clothes, his wife thinks its too expensive, also has a fancy for Jack in the Box 99 cent tacos.

Thursday:
Middle aged woman, lost one hundred pounds and the nickname "miss whale," two sons, smokes at home and in her car but surprisingly she and the house and the car do not smell like smoke, has perfect neon white teeth, blond hair and an amazing tan, wants to work in her own dentist office, has been known to wear cowboy boots, the cell phone is premonitory attached to her ear.

Friday:
New Orleans refugee, his wife shops all the time, his two front top teeth are framed in gold which leads him to suck saliva and air through those teeth, likes R&B, wonders why Houston doesn't have a metro-rail, wonders why Houston doesn't have a more effective bus system, has the lazy drawl of a Louisiana native, wants to go back but can't, he also likes to wear black nike sneakers with his favorite pair of ankle length black socks.

Is this strange?

This is I suppose a sort of introduction or preview I gave of my xanga/myself two years ago:

Hello ppl, ok i am interested in lots of things which include psychiatry, art, social issues, politics, international soccer like the world cup & such, HP fanfics (cassie claire), medicine, God, friends, & having a good laugh. :) have a nice day


For some reason looking at the word God being included is strange...Also the fact that I cant figure out if I have evolved or stayed the same, in particular to that word and concept. Aside from that I think Im nicer on paper than in actual life, what do you think? Everything else Im cool with, how can interest change, unless you see the light and realise that republicans suck.

Hmmm

Perhaps its because I miss weishan or maybe its because I have some issues with the fact that we are all too scared to stand up for her, but in any case, Weishan I had a dream and you were in it.

I was sort of excited but feeling more nervous, we were going to some sort of orchestra trip I think, and for some reason instead of meeting at the old school of ours, we were being individually picked up. I was worried that my laundry wouldnt finish drying in time to pack at the last minute, and my father was in his office finishing something for work. Strangely I walked around the house in my underwear and a white t shirt. It was very early in the morning, almost dawn, the sun was begginig to rise, and it was pleasently humid outside, there was dew in the grass. I had to take a shower before leaving, so I was pressed for time, the light inside was very artificial, white light. My sister had left the stereo next to the shower, as she usually likes to listen to it while showering, and I didnt notice until sparks and smoke were visible through the shower curtain. I was scared and ran to my father, "La casa se esta quemandoooo!" i said, and then it stopped. My sister somehow pulled the radio out of the water and everything seemed alright. However I had no time for a shower, and instead walked outside to the sound of a bus, Mai and Weishan were outside, I called out their names and we had a little reunion of usual "i havent seen you in so long" and of course a rather suffocating but nonetheless affectionate hug from Mai. Joy took over and we started prancing around in the grass, jumping really high, it felt like almost two feet at times. We were laughing and holding hands, strangely no one including myself cared that I was still in my panties and barefoot.