i_want_to_live_in_this_house blue sky with clouds i wake from sleep with the fone ringing, a scream. i see your naked shoulders and remember when last night i was looking at them rise and fall above me. you watch me talk, your eyes blinking slow trying to figure out who it is. i'm smiling and you smile knowing i'm happy. 020427 ... unhinged we_never_change 020427 ... Kate "and the plaster dented from your first in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade." - Dashboard Confessional Yesterday, Amy said that she wanted to live in Stan Huwet (sp?). I think that is beautiful. I always tell my mother that when I come back from college and all of that in the far future that I'm going to raise my family in the house that I've grown up in and lived all my life, and she laughes and thinks I'll change my mind. 020428 ... . . 060301 ... jane but i don't want to move 060301 ... emmi the owner of it had long hair and wore black and had an eastern european accent. she was old and beautiful. we went to see the piano she was donating to us, to the charity i mean. we were excited. it was a light brown, smallish piano in a tiny room with lots of shelves full of unlabelled little bottles. she said she was using it as her treatment room for ayurvedic healing. my boss was slamming down on the piano pretending he was playing jazz and i showed him how to play the eastenders theme tune. the house looked deserted from the outside. the door opened to a room with a high ceiling and a huge book case stacked full of books. there were shimmery skirts hanging from the banisters. the lights were dim. i didn't want to leave. 061110 ... nom just not all the time 061123 ... emmi oh yes, this is why. i had a dream about that house last night and remembered i wrote something about it once. in my dream, the house was on the outskirts of london. i travelled there and got the key from two guards. i let myself in and looked around. it felt like home. i went up the stairs and that's where the garden started. a beautiful garden full of flowers of all colours. inside the house. in a corner of this garden was a little kitchen, and a blonde old woman baking cookies, laid out in neat rows on baking sheets that she was taking out of the oven. she introduced herself as erica. she was polish. she knew i was coming. i wanted to stay and talk to her, but i looked at my watch- my husband's watch. it said 14:00. i was in a hurry. i had to leave. but i would be back the next day with my friend. it had renewed the hope in me. 110324 what's it to you? who go blather from