a winter walk

Poor, little, old Mrs. Rosa, diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 57. Unfortunately her family was unable to pay for the medication. In order to help Mrs. Rosa with her illness, her family decided to move her into a tiny shack deep inside a forest. Mrs. Rosa’s family thought as long as Mrs. Rosa was isolated, she wouldn’t suffer as much. There Mrs. Rosa was, in her dark, cold shack. She passed time by holding conversations with the voices. Mrs. Rosa told the voices of her family and what they had done. The voices started off by telling Mrs. Rosa that her family didn’t care for her, then they told her that no one cared for her, then they began to yell at her; they yelled that she was worthless and no one would ever love her. The sound of the voices were like nails against a chalkboard, and in need of help, Mrs. Rosa ran out of her home. Mrs. Rosa could not escape the voices, and she felt like she was running around in circles. The voices grew louder and violent, the trees scowled and swayed in ways to hurt Mrs. Rosa as she passed, and the snowflakes whirled around her with the intention of smothering her. After her legs grew tired from her endless journey to escape the voices, Mrs. Rosa sat on the floor and rested against a rock and took her last breath. The voices finally stopped, and Mrs. Rosa was at peace. The following morning Mrs. Rosa’s family found her corpse frozen against a rock a few feet away from the city her family lived in.      

Be Be Your Love by Rachael Yamagata

If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal
'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel

Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything

Everything...

Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted
Was a little piece of you

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

I want to be your love, love, love

Rhinoceros or Berenger?

When I was in high school, I had a English teacher, who happened to be pregnant at this time. There was some sort of miscommunication between her and most of the students in the class. There was a large amount of low grades in the class, and she was unhappy with it. She asked our class what she was doing wrong. There was a pause, then a girl started to scold and criticize our teacher. Soon after others followed along, criticizing our instructor... A small group of students (including myself) did not give in, we did not join the rhinoceros'. Instead we remained Berengers...

Mothers

Life without a mother is like a beehive without honey...