10thDotM: Webster Pg 983

The octopus met the turtle on the edge of an island where the cliff hangs over the surf . It allows the unlikely duo to converse closely. They meet there quite frequently.

The octopus extended a tentacle up to the turtle, something bright and brassy gleaming against his dull, slimy skin. The turtle moves forward to the outcropping of rock. His head tilts, small eyes working tirelessly to mentally remove the obstacle from the treasure.

The octopus pulls away slightly peering to the cave on the other side of the sound. The turtle follows his gaze and nods imperceptibly.

The turtle turns around and begins to work his way down the rocks to the grass. He picks up a small mirror shard from the ground. He tilts his his head, sunlight blasting from the shard.

A similar blast of light shines on the right side of the cave. Small, dull tentacles are seen coming over the foamy crest of the surf.

The large octopus shoves the sextant on top of the cliff and cruises easily to where the small tentacles had disappeared.

Frantic splashing slightly obscures the 8 arm embrace from the turtle's view. He turns and drags the sextant to his hole, pushing it deep into the recesses until it comes to rest against a small mound of other treasures. He climbs slowly onto an old waterlogged dictionary and closes his eyes, his mouth chewing slowly on page 983 until he hears the frantic squeaking of a rabbits above him.

He pulls himself out of his bed and makes his way up the hole.

01.01.2011: The Letter to Me

Dear Krys,

This is a new year. Don't let the past continue to haunt you. Take time for the things that are important. Take more pictures, make more music, read more books, kill more zombies. If it is important to you, the time isn't wasted. Continue to strive to see the best in people. Don't get hurt when someone doesn't give you the time you think you deserve. Ensure that when it comes down to it, you give your time as willingly as you would want them to. You're not as ugly, fat, mismatched, short, dorky, or outcast as the person you think you see in the mirror. You are just as you were intended and there is a reason that smile line is there, those pimples still come around, and those love handles stick out... you are a woman between adulthood and youth dancing gloriously in your individuality. Don't let a boy define who you are. Let him complete you. If he doesn't, let him go peacefully. You deserve to be chased, adored, and appreciated. Stop waiting for happiness to find you. Make it. Share your love, experiences, and stories as openly as you share books and music. Practice random acts of free kindness. Where someone may enjoy the gifts, they will probably appreciate a thoughtful text, an extra hug, or ten extra minutes even more. The dog waits all day for you. Throw a ball, take a walk, or give some extra scratches. Remember he has been through Hell, just like you.

Most of all, never stop walking in the daisies. You are never.... ever.... ever alone.

Love,
Me