Dorothy

Oh, what a joy it would be to be Dorothy.

Adventures to a faraway land. A tinman, lion and scarecrow as friends. A gorgeous dog. A yellow brick road.

And the shoes.

Oh, the shoes!

What a joy to own those red sparkly shoes.

To be able to click the heels together and be home. But where is home?

Home is somewhere you belong, right? Somewhere you can relax and be yourself.

What happens if that home is no longer accepting? Family no longer understanding? Friends no longer fun?

What then?

Click three times and imagine home.

But where? How?

If one no longer has a home, where does one imagine?

A make-believe place perhaps, one where you belong, where only you can live. But wouldn’t that in itself be lonely? Surely there is somewhere where one who is essentially homeless can belong?

Maybe Oz is the right place after all. Maybe clicking your heels and imagining home isn’t necessary. Maybe Oz is where we shall find a sense of belonging…

predictability

You wake up,
get dressed,
eat breakfast,
do your hair,
every day the same routine.

You head to school,
attend class,
talk to teachers,
put off work,
every day a schedule.

You see friends,
avoid others,
fake smiles,
act interested,
every day the same people.

Where is the change we so openly fear, yet deep down ache for like a junkie craves his fix?

Where are the alterations to a life so typical even the weather is predictable?

this is me

whimsical daydreams from the mind of a girl who finds herself with her head in the clouds puzzling over a message sent in haste & hilarious nonsense that causes uncontrollable fits of laughter in the middle of an oval blooming with endless possibilities & that magical feeling when the strong arms of that one boy who has stolen her heart & run away with it across the stars wrap themselves around her waist & fill her heart with the intimate desires of teenage naivety & cause her mind to wander away to her childhood full of carefree frolicking & dancing in the rain of a thunderstorm until her face glistened with innocence & her clothes dripped like sparkling diamonds as a reminder of a perfect day untainted by the troubles & misunderstandings of a world full of complications but as she begins to think there is no way out she realises that despite the constant stream of catastrophes she is so terribly gloriously happy...