a_boy_two_girls_and_a_sister ethereal 11 AM they entered my house. The two little girls...Lyndsey and Courtney. My cousins. Beautiful girls. My sister and I joined them at the kitchen table. We began to blow eggs for our eater decorating. Later, Tyler, the little boy, also a cousin, enters. WE decorate. Now we've eaten homemade, by me, macaroni, and cheese. They're running around this house, yelling "One, two, three....twenty...ready or not here I come!". I'm sitting here so detached from this childhood wonder. Simplistic existance. Life is simple. Why isn't mine? I'm listening to Brand New. They just sang, Die young and save yourself. It was loud enough to drown out the screams of the youngster just "found". Die young. And save yourself? What would it be like for them to have heard those words? I know what it means, but they don't understand. I'm glad that their pain is limited. I want to believe that they'll be alright. That I can change the world, and make it better. Make it liveable for a boy, two girls and a sister. 040410 ... whitechocolatewalrus . 040410 what's it to you? who go blather from