Didn’t have any time to recharge, so down went another bottle of caffeine and sugar
Really, sleep was in order, demanded even, but she ignored it
As she had too much to do and way too little time to get it all done
It would have made her cry, except after fifteen years of doing this, this was normal
Now if she had only believed her mother before she had become a mother herself…
Everything he heard was a gift ever since he received his hearing aids
And this coincided with his daughter having her first lesson for the French horn. How exciting!
Realized the next day, when she began to practice, that the off switch on them was a blessing as well.
Somebody should have known better
That would have prevented the switch from coming out
Everyone wanted to run and hide
Run and hope someone else would take the beating
Not that any of them had real hope. One look at her face made that disappear
Heatwave sent summer shimmers flowing down the black pavement
Yet those crashing waves offered no respite from the oppression
Determined to find relief, she struggled with the large retaining nut
Realizing it was too tight, she called out for help
And yet no one came to the rescue because a firetruck came around the corner
Now she was scared that she was going to be in big trouble for even considering such a thing
That was assuaged when they pulled out an even bigger wrench and viola the water flowed
Focusing on her reflection in the mirror
Rachel wondered how she could go on
After everything she’d been through, there was so little left
Glass was far more robust than her current mental state
It felt like at any moment she would shatter into a million pieces
Leaving emotional shards across the floor
Except that’s when her son came by and gave her a hug, pulling her back together.
That means Ariel wanted to meet a dude so bad that she took the first deal she got
And to get legs she had to give up being able to talk?
I don’t care how hot he looks or how rich he is I’m not going to give up anything
Look, I’m only eight, but I know better than that! Let him go out and get his own …
That time when you were it, yeah remember that time?
All you wanted to do was not be it!
Give your left arm to be it now, wouldn’t you.
Purchasing the young horse was his first problem
Oh, and then there was finding a stable for it to live
Not even calculating the costs of feeding, veterinary help, and riding lessons
Yet the look on his six-year-old son’s face made it all worth it
Floating through the air
Laughing with unadulterated joy
Yielding finally to gravity, you fell
Into my waiting arms
Now you soar without me needing to catch you
God, I miss that job