Jump

"Are you leaving me?"
"Yes, yes I am"
"But I need you"
"No, no you don't. Not anymore"

That's from a movie that I don't remember the name of.

Ok, so, I don't think you guys know this, but I have issues with my trampoline. EVERYDAY I go out and jump on it, and listen to random songs on my phone (sorry, I'm too cheap to have an MP3) (Actually, I sold it to my dad =L). Anyways, that's just the place where I think. And usually the place I go insane. But the cool thing is, the more insane I go, the higher I jump, and it just helps. Of course, my neighbours think I'm senile for singing really loudly whilst popping my head over the fence every now and then. (Then again, my neighbours already thinking I'm crazy for sitting on my driveway watching Luna).

Anyways. Today. I went out onto my tramoline. And on it was a birdie. A dead birdie (Yes, I cried, shut up), and that was sorta, metaphorical, to me.
Hehe, clearly, I'm thinking too much about this, but the point is that, eventually, well, "10 out of 10 people die" (that's a memoir, can't be bothered to look for writer).
And I think, in some sort or parallel mental universe, I am the bird, and I just sort of, fell.
Used to be a star. Fell. - Just a girl

(=O I've never used my own memoirs before)

So... shit, why can't I make sense today?

"I love it when you talk in circles that make perfect sense"
"Really?"

(^ from Because I Said So)

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OK, I get it. I screwed up. But, that's what I do. Mainly it's my mouth that gets me in trouble, and when it comes to fixing things, I mess them up even more.
The worst thing is that she was right about me. Every single part. That's exactly the person I am, and I think it's about time I admitted that to myself. But I won't. I'm far too stubborn for that...

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It's almost funny that people laugh.
"Because you laugh when I'm crying, and you say 'what?' when I'm making perfect sense"

(^Also from Because I Said So)

And they all laugh. Everyone finds it so hilarious. And I laugh along. Oh the beauty of a fake smile.

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I am so sorry that I forgot to mention you yesterday.

Thankyou. Just for being you. And saying everything you said.

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I count to three and grin.
You smile and let me in.
We sit and watch the wall you painted purple.
Speech will spill on space.
Our little cups of grace.
But pauses rattle on

About the way that you cut the snow-fence,
braved the blood,
the metal of those hearts
that you always end up
pressing your tongue to.

How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
How those furious affections followed you.

I've got this store-bought way
of saying I'm okay,
and you learned how to cry in total silence.
We're talented and bright.
We're lonely and uptight.
We've found some lovely ways to disappoint

But the airport's always almost empty this time of the year,
so let's go play on a baggage carousel.
Set our watches forward like we're just arriving here
from a past we left in a place we knew too well.

Hold on
To the corners of today,
and we'll fold them up to save until it's needed.
Stand still.
Let me scrub that brackish line that you got
when something rose and then receded.

Hold on.

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I guess... that's it.

Mainly because I'm missing Star Trek.