Everything that's anything. (clipped to polyvore.com)

Lizards

We Lizards run across the street

As we do walk in morning heat

before the humid sun has fallen 

we become its prey.

In lace and magic do I walk 

among the others, in their smocks

of patterns like the countries 

Of diminished , cultured pride. 

Walk alongside 

the beauty of vacation city

 travel in our painted, pretty

 Characters and laughs, the witty

 Of  Walt’s hidden sand. 

I know that it's here somewhere.

But we all are stuck on land. 

Like lizards all across the street. 

We scatter when we hear the feet

of those who up above could give 

 A 

Step and 

Crunch !

Our fire dims

And turned

Off is our light

To  shadow- dreams. 

Bereft, it seems, with that 

I give. 

I struggle to decide to live

in dischord with my passion

As passioned magic breeds disdain. 

My vocal chords 

They said enough. 

And now they are but silent, 

Tough, and glued together 

in the rough, the muttled lost of all of us 

The Silent Voices of 

the labor of

Your Dream Come True. 

We live in you. 

We give to you

 A lasting, hopeful piece of us 

With  smiles and 

With  pixie dust

and when the dusk 

finds solace in 

Our Tourist- Trap

Demand, 

 Oh, Scramble do the lot of us 

as lizards do 

To crowded, hot

And empty, gated

 placid homes

We try to press "renew."

It isn't through,

It isn’t just .

We’re now

Defective in our lust

 for Stars

Cuz we once had enough.

Belief and faith in wishing.

We give to you 

what once was ours

That magic. 

Oh, cut one more scar

and maybe, if you wish real hard

We’ll bleed for you some magic car.

We only need 

A little bit.

 Of what we gave.

 delighted bliss.

A wish perhaps

If blown a kiss

Our wounds would heal 

If with that wish 

Return the dreams 

We started with. 

Like lizards,

Stuck inside a ditch.

We hardly dare to move an inch.

Don’t challenge it.

Keep whole the lie.

We aren't seen. 

Until we die. 

It has been a long time. Way too long.

I haven't written in ages. About much of anything. Sure, there have been basic here and there journal entries, but essentially, my mind has been a  blank, wandering canvas of..what? I'm not even entirely certain.
Update on my life?
I don't really know how to do it, considering I haven't been consistently updating and I also don't have a camera or a camera phone anymore.
But it's okay!
I am bound and determined that this week is going to be different.
I am determined to write my life down every day. I need to chronicle this portion of my experience with Disney.
Eventually, I will make it through the muck of details that I have seemingly forgotten.
Until then, I at least have a Rough Draft.
I need to sleep.
Someone force me to ...
because a cranky fairy godmother..
equals an unhappy princess.

In love and pixie dust,
lys