A Bird in a CageLove it's such a selfless concept, but we selfishly cling to it, storing it away, clipping its wings.She stands on the corner, brandishing a t-shirt declaring "free hugs". I watch her cross the street in front of my small, worn navy minivan I bought second hand from the auto dealers downtown on the corner of 6th street three months ago. As I gaze upon this young woman as she chatters on her cellphone, I truly am inclined to figure out if she would allow anyone and everyone to hug her - for free. I don't, as I truly don't have any inclinations toward hugging strangers, but it led me to pondering.Are we really willing to give comfort
Into the ShopThe girl in the antique shop was particularly pretty. My friends called me stalker, as I stopped everyday to gaze through the window at the young woman dealing the historic wares. I dreamed of her voice, her scent. I knew her personality in and out - I had written it myself. She was kind, intelligent, and just a little clumsy at times. She was bashful, with a soft voice of a mouse. She occasionally stumbled over words due to her timidness, and she daydreamed about a prince taking her away as she sat under the lamp with a romance novel.I don't go there anymore.The girl behind the counter did not stutter, but had a raspy voice and smelled h
Well, if you like the hood better than go for it. Just don't do it because everyone else said to. I'd happily make the hat for you if you asked.
But Minion, you could never be bothersome ^_^