Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold
And you were with me
Content with walking
So unaware of the world

Walking on air
My name is CELESTE.Also known as celly/celeteeeee/
marshmellow

One-horse town


Passenger seats

The driveway
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Stocks: I II
Brushes: I II
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chemistry;
Posted on: Monday, May 19, 2008
Posted at: 10:35 PM
I've looked back at the calander i've been using the past year,
its filled with activities that i've done.
Some have been erased and replaced, why?
Because i had a change of plan, something that cancelled alot of things.

But i rescheduled my calander, so now it looks fine.
Though my pencil leaves marks,
one cannot totally erase the evidence of it being there,
all i can do i try my best to erase it.
Though, it doesnt have to work, at least, not all the time.

I've had so much written in this calander,
i've created a routine for myself to follow,
no sleep ins, no disobeying anything, just follow it.
Yes, i've got my year planned out, organised,
but is this really what i want? Is this making me happy?

Is it purely because i feel safe?
Because i know everything's already planned?
Had i wanted to live like this? organised was cool.
Being organised made me feel smart. Made me feel human.

But despite all the planning, all the joy.
there had to be a holiday that had to screw things up,
that had to destroy my perfectly painted picture,
leaving me to replan everything,
now, disorganised it better.