walking through forests
Marshmellow Umbrella
mmm umbrellas
Tasty umbrellas
yummy umbrellas
marshmellowy umbrellas. utterly useless in rain, but pretty and tasty otherwise
in case you're hungry as you walk along
and to throw to ravenous dogs and children as a distraction to let you pass
maybe we could just have a normal kind of umbrella lined with marshmellow. that way it'd be handy when it rains too
Or a marshmellow umbrella with a hard, waterproof smarties layer
And you can use the smarties as ammo to ping at annoying people
and all the colours would run. would be pretty :)
tasty yummy and practical umbrellas :)
Stella Maris
If I were on this side of the world, and you the other, are we really the farthest apart we could possibly be, whilst still on the same earth?
If I drew a chord through the body of the Earth, whose mean radius is 6.371030x10 ^8cm, could we be as far apart as 12742.06km?
Mount Everest is around 8km high, the depth of the ocean is about 11km beneath the waterline. You would be many more times further than the depth of the deepest sea ...
How could that be, when it seems you are here, your hand on mine, your lips on mine, your voice ringing love?
And all this distance is merely a myth, bound together by an invisible living thread...
Stella Maris
'Khor Ba'i Nyes Dmigs
I write stories by my pen, but in truth a story is writing me. It struck me that stories happen on their own accord. As much as we'd like to think that we can begin telling a story from the start, in fact, stories go on — they don't have real beginnings, and they don't have a point in which we could say they have ended. Stories reside in people around me, and I hear only a snippet, I see only a part, only the present that is real. Stories had begun a long time ago, and they will continue long after I die and the ink in my pen runs dry.
