(no subject)

This is my last hour of being a child.

...Technically, this would be when I'm 20.

This is when you "grow up". This is when you decide who you want to be:

1. A storyteller.
2. A computer graphics artist.
3. A child.
4. Shigeru Miyamoto.
5. Dr. Suess.
6. Shadow the Hedgehog. Just kidding! XDDD!
7. A Star Spirit. (Misstar, Muskular, etc.) Or a Star Kid like Twink. ;D
8. Mario Mario.
9. Roald Dahl.
10. Me.

Bonus: Not George W. Bush.

Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tite
May it hold you through the winter of a long night
And keep you from the lonliness of yourself

Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty
'Cause it's hard luck, when no one understands your love

It's unsung, and I say:

Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Goodnight, always, to all that's pure that's in your heart

Goodnight, may your dreams be so happy and your
Head lite, with wishes of a Sandman and a night light
Be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight nestled in the covers

The sun shines, but I don't
The silver rain will wash away
The sun shines, but I don't
The silver rain will wash away

And you can tell, it's just as well
And you can tell, it's just as well

Goodnight, my love, to every hour in every day
Goodnight, always, to all that's pure that's in your heart

I'll never have children (unless my dog Amanda and beanie babies count), but this would be the sort of lullaby I'd sing for them. So now? Usually this is just when I think it to myself. This is for the "original child" in me. She was kind of killed with a certain ailment called "depression"--but we'll sing it for her anyway. I'll sing it for you too.

I feel like I've either died or begun. I have no idea. Both? Neither?