fruit stand, eh?

I thought it would fade, but no. I don't think I've had a song stuck in my head for this long... ever. 

AM I THE ONLY SOUR CHERRY ON YOUR FRUIT STAND?

I am not even sure how much double entendre there is in it. 

he would make quite a good school principal though

Those of you who have seen Yes Minister know this: Humphrey would make a very bad uncle. He would always be scheming, and you'd never get a good birthday present out of him

there are so many of them

Stairwells, hallways. Dim, lonely corridors.  Other forgotten passages between busy places. Sometimes when you walk through them and the wind is blowing just right, you can feel the echoes of all the secrets they were witness to.

it's difficult

One of the many things we learn as we grow is how to leave behind the things we loved, and how to let them go. And how not to fear that we will never find them again.

Slowly, the memories start to fade, and we remember who we were before the people we loved meant so much that we forgot ourselves.

But at the same time, our eyes are a little wider open, and while we remember, we have not forgotten the things that we became.

Song of my soul

New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they’d let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let’s have some to try.
Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That’s the sort they’ll buy.
Choosing Shoes, by Frida Wolfe

well, would you look at that

GodDAMN.

Just the way I talk - you can see it, it screams out.  He means everything to me.

They're solemn, the moments when you learn these things about yourself.