Blackbirds and Hopscotch.

Blackbird singing in the dead of nighttt;

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.

I spent today reminiscing about my fairytale childhood with Caitie. I've known her since she was two, and scratching people if she didn't get her way. Now she's not two anymore, and neither am I, and that scares me horribly. I can still remember when she used to eat cake batter and get it splattered all over her cheeks. And I'd laugh and she'd look at me with this questioning glance.

And so we talked about dancing in rain gutters and trying to run up trees. The days in Summer where we spent all afternoon in the pool, trying our hardest to splash everybody while still looking innocent. Eating playdough when we thought nobody was looking and then trying to steal passionfruit off the neighbours fence. Walking over the rocks at Lamberts Beach and almost falling over. Scraping our knees and laughing about it. Playing 'Survivor' and pushing each other off the tube. Cooking blue pancakes with strawberries and watching FunnyBones and Fireman Sam.

The rest of my day was spent writing my Ethics Review. A far cry from my EE, it's only 500 words and slightly pathetic. But no matter how much I tell myself it's okay to not know how to write a philosophy paper, I still get nervous. I don't like not being perfect, I don't like failure, I don't like being the stupid one.

Tree climbing, cicada hunting. Cat chasing. Hiding under the boat and inside the car. Pretending. Dress-ups. Chalk drawings. Hopscotch on the driveways of life.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these swollen eyes and try to see. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arrive.

On a parting note, I would like to assure Sean Penn that I do indeed like green eggs and ham, thank-you thank-you Sam I am.

--- change of heart