Alanna raged about everything from the price of peas to the woman in too short shorts. She seemed capable of turning her anger upon anyone at anytime for anything. Nothing was safe, nor sacred. No topic was taboo, nor estranged. Alanna made fire from ice. I’d always loved a challenge.
Five cats, two hamsters, one cage.
I discovered from my travels that the world wasn’t circular as proposed. Instead, our planet consisted of long swathes of straight edges with the occasional ninety-degree uncertainty thrown in for good measure. For the longest time, I became stuck at such an angle. With great relief, I eventually moved on.
SUB-NOTE: (NEVER GIVE UP ON YOUR DREAMS)
Is it better to tumble in the surf of life
Gasping and grasping for an uncertain shore,
Striving to touch the sand and taste the sea,
Rolling with the waves beneath moon and stars,
Than stagnate upon a deadman’s tide
Bemoaning the lack of a sail?
I think so.
Slipping between the pavement cracks
Chasm-like, they swallow the cities detritus
Others seem not to notice the gaping highways
Escalators straight to Hell, but I do
Each one seems wider than the next
And I fear I can no longer leap them
Don’t go out the others say, ignore them
But the challenge, the double dare if you like
Precludes that option, as I will not be swallowed
I shall not be engulfed with the filth
No, I shall run faster, jump further
Until I take flight and need to leap no more