Gravity, Stay the Hell Away from Me

Gravity...chicken...spiders...baristas...pretty much everything.

I don't know how to convey words I'm singing. So, um, if I drag out letters, consider it singing. Please sing it to yourself, keeping in mind the duration of the prolonged letter. This will bring me great joy.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii waaaa-ha-aaaaant tooooooooo-ooh-hoo-hooooooo peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeace outta-heeere / breaaaaak aaawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay from-what-is-so-neeear / So I can have myyyy caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake / That-I-made-while aaawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake / And-eat-it tooooooooooooooooooooo / My darling, I'm sooooooooooo ooover yooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooohooooooooooooooou

I'm practically delusional. Please take it for what it iiiiiis.

Why'd You have to Go and Make Things So Complicated?

One of my favourite times of year is the last two weeks of August. The sun's still hot but I can feel fall creeping in. The call of school is imminent, but the ache of summer just stretches on and on. And I get to work at the PNE. I make crepes anywhere from nine to twelve hours a day for as many days as my body can take and save up some last minute money for car / school / stuff I can't avoid. It takes a toll on me physically, but emotionally it's calming; I get in my zone and things fall into place.

My universe just shifted again. I am trying desperately to find a center of gravity, something sane to hold on to, but I am coming up empty-handed.I know that God is showing me something through this whole process, but I don't think I've fully taken in what it is yet.

When the PNE ends and normal life has to begin again, I don't know what I will have left.

I feel homesick. For what? Couldn't tell you.