simple little thoughts.

The lawn gnomes had all lost their hatsand the one that was my favorite, the onethat held a flower, had walked away fromour lawn after he pulled me into himon my doorstep after our first date.I pictured the gnome's little face twistedinto contempt as he started at this manwho had held my door for me all nightand smiled at me as I bought a bookin the middle of our date inside of a snow globe.I used to have dreams that lawn gnomeswere hiding under my bed waiting to kill me.As I grew up, the gnomes became muchscarier and moved from under my bed tofilling my mind completely with insecurity.But I told him I hated mornings and thatI look horrible when I roll out of bed.He looked down shyly and whisperedthat he thought that would be impossible;I'm happy my ring got left behind as I left his house.It wasn't on purpose per se,but I smiled knowing he would find it in the morning.

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