Filling Time

My lips are riddled with cracks and hardened patches of skin, like flakes of mud in a dry riverbed, splintering with sparks of pain as I press them together, trying not to think about the raging thirst thickening my tongue and making it nearly impossible to swallow. My hunger, once torturous, has faded to insignificance compared to my thirst. The merciless sun has covered my body with blisters and dead, peeling skin, irritated by every movement. With every step my knees threaten to collapse, occasionally making good their threats at the worst possible moments.

I can feel the ground whispering as I continue in the shoes which were never imagined for this walk. My dear, sweet mother, would choke on her breath if she saw me out here, wearing strapped, high heeled dress shoes in the forest covered in snow. I love it.

I might see him now, or is that another tree? He never did promise that he would come. But I came anyway. I am always seeking. I must always know. A tree again. No? Yes. Nothing moves in this forest but me. Everything hides but the woman in a black ball gown who doesn't know where she's going. He will not come. He isn't here.

i. This Morning
I woke up and I thought for a second it was January
Just after the panic
But silly girl, it's August
And it's round two of a never-ending fight I thought I defeated

ii. Fire
I hate fire
Because your innocence was buried in a box no bigger than my pinky
And you cried last night
Over a lit candle

iii. Choking
I'm choking
Because I cried for half an hour and fell asleep angry
There's no such thing as justice, in my humble opinion

Game of Tunes
Music notes
Cracking
Filter through the phone
Biting
My lip falls victim to thought
Trying 
Memory falls short an octave, 
Lying 
Beneath the melody somewhere
Drifting 
Is the title of a soundtrack
Abstract
These piano tunes continue to be
Delighting.

I overslept the next day and by the time I got to the Café, there were already a number of people there. Even though I couldn’t talk to Emily as easily when the café was busy, I was always glad when there were customers because I knew Emily needed the business. After her comment yesterday, I was especially worried about the café’s financial situation. My worry only increased when I found Emily and Jerome talking in hushed tones behind the counter when the café quieted down a few hours later.

Billions flood churches, St. Peter’s Basilica is full,
Sitting in the services, humans ignore the painful.
Preaching prosperity, good feelings, and victory,
Churchgoers decide to ignore the appalling.

The world is fighting, and governments are abusing,
People are dying, without of Christ’s love learning.
All the while worshippers raise their hands, singing of His love forever,
Blocking out what’s in the newsstands, getting deafer and deafer.

I have been using tea tree oil for some time now. I was mainly use it for minor break outs on my face. I recently started to wonder, "What else can tea tree oil be used for?" and "Exactly what is tea tree oil?" So I started doing some re-search, and here are some things that I have learned.

The name 'tea tree' probably originated from Captain Cook's description of the plant. He would use the leaves of the plant to make tea with in place of actual tea.

Rub my back
Hold my hand
Kiss my cheek
Keep my secrets
And please
Please darling
Don't tell a soul the ugly truths I've told you