This isn't how I pictured you.

I saw girls on the water last night dancing like angels. Their bodies looked like ribbons and satin had been their parents. When they spun it spun the world, their leaps put gazelles to shame, and the pirouettes they presented were flawless.
I could have watched them all night, but when I moved closer to speak to them they fled. I begged them not to leave me, but to no avail. I shouted myself hoarse for hours, shocked at my loss. Finally, I gave up any hope of ever seeing them again. Weeping, I returned to the car, unaware of the dryads watching me.
Many times I returned to that place on the water, and sat motionless for hours on end. I never really saw them again, but every once in a while I hear their tinkling laughter or see them twirling in the corner of my eye.
Before one of my visits I bought three pairs of the most beautiful silken ballet shoes and put them in an ornate stained red box. When I entered the forest where the lake was located a sudden hush and calm fell over me. As my feet drew me closer to the water I closed my eyes and let the dancers draw me to them. My body stopped moving and I opened my eyes and gazed across the water.
Nothing. No one was there. I felt hot tears fill my eyes as I longed for them, the heat of my disappointment filled me and made my body heavy as my eyes. I knelt down upon the soft grassy bank and fell asleep. Visions of the beautiful dancers filled my mind, and asked me not to be saddened by their absence.
Hours it seemed later, I woke. The box was gone as well as my sweater. I looked around in awe, seeing the branches draped with the green mesh that made up their garbs. They had left me on the bank surrounded by their beauty, yet away from them. I was to never chance upon them again, but something told me I was welcome here in their wood.

Es tut mir leid, ich dachte, Sie schlafen.

If I am beautiful, what are you?

You love me more than words can say so you don't speak.
I like it that way.
Don't talk to me.
I don't want to hear your love sick words.
Your judgment is far too clouded.

Do not ogle me with those eyes.
I can feel your stare on my skin, making my flesh crawl.

Don't talk to me.
Just observe me from a distance,
because if you get too close you'll see the strings.

Planning on giving me wings?

I've got God on my side.
My god, my side.
But as I look longingly at the end of the pier I sigh.
Were you planning on giving me wings?
I whisper into the sun,
Into my god.

I'm special,
Like something God made for God's own self.
I love you

A Fat, Portly Young Gentleman

Depending on my income over the next year or so, I will most likely be moving out of my dear mother and father's happy home and into an apartment complex of my choosing. When I do so I will be getting a room mate or an animal to share my life with. This blog post is just me weighing out the pros and cons of each of my options.

I would much prefer the company of a cat to the company of a human I think. My reasoning behind this particular view is that while humans are 'complex' creature with their 'deep emotion' and so called reasoning skills, cats are very basic creatures, with little to no need for interaction with different species or any species at all for that matter. That, and they don't talk back when you're complaining about all kinds of the most ludicrous things.
But why not a dog? Dogs don't talk back either. Well, yes but if I had to choose between a caring and affectionate slobbering idiot, and a cool, calm and collected companion I would be more inclined to choose the later.
And even if I did choose a dog; what could it give me that a cat could not? And if I didn't choose a cat or a dog what would my alternatives be?
A bunny rabbit? No, of course I wouldn't choose a rabbit. There are too many painful childhood memories involving rabbits.
A lizard? I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't choose that, because they are too simplistic.
Perhaps a snake? Although I already have a snake; My beloved Lucile. I'm sure that because of her age (13 years) she will most likely die before I move out. And to that I think getting an new snake would be grand. Maybe another ball python? Or a Milksnake... Yes, I think if I get another snake it would be a Milksnake named Riff Raff.