The Appointment

Tomorrow isn't a day of celebration or mourning my dad's going in to get a biopsy. Not the best feeling in the world...... when they say it might be throat cancer. It's 2:40 and I dare not place my head on that shadowed pillow of mine. Once I lay down and rest my eyes for a hour and 20 minutes, I'll realize it's past the break of dawn when I wake up. I'm supposed to be ready and rearing to go. I feel Commiseration for him. Even though he's smoked a couple million cigarettes in his life time. I'll still share the ardent feeling when the doctor turns the handle, and apathetically walks in with the results. Doctors have no emotions they are very awkward. They act Like they have a P.H.d or something. hehe
And This is how I am going to deal with the doctors appointment

The Art of Love

Dearest light of mine

The winter's cold is on you shoulder
The summer's gold is on your skin
Love come close, come close
and breath that fragrance of blissful spring air
The outer reaches of space are in no comparison
With your grander of beauty
My dearest Rebecka
My dearest love
Days forever long
I want you in my arms
Long live forever
Tortures feeling pierce my innards
When propinquity isn't in your mind
Thou art the love of my life