maria, ave maria

in your scent, in your face, in your eyes (lies)

she always keeps a lookout for the telltale signs. not so much to avoid as to be prepared, though of late she finds the involuntary cringes have multiplied, almost exponentially, even when all is peaceful and joyous. because with every force, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

oh my darling, oh my darling
oh my darling clementine,
thou art lost and gone forever
dreadful sorry, clementine

Laguna, Inc.
Joel (pronounced as Jo-erl really quickly) didn't know the song because it formed part of his memory of his first meeting with Clementine at the beach house. "i have never seen such cold eyes before, they scared me."

it is falling apart it is always falling apart. funny how tears come with disgusting ease for so many things, just not when she is hurt, in pain. a mess. "come on, just pinch me really hard, i need to cry," she said to him then. "i can't, you won't be able to take it. i don't want you to like cry or something"

"du-uh, i need to, my eyes are so itchy they are killing me. come on just do it, you know i can take it!"

and she didn't, not even though his pinch was hard enough to leave a bruise for three days after.

sometimes, things were like a paper house. perfect, beautiful, intricately shaped and furnished and designed and decorated. then along comes a puff of breath not unlike a happy sigh, and all falls down again