I write short stories. I own surprisingly few pairs of shorts. I sometimes short circuit.
"Alana" sounds like "A lotta" = A lotta shorts.

Take the title however you like.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

We Were Happy Then

When the morning was a call to action
When the loss of sun for steel was satisfaction
When the push pulled in one upward direction
You were happy then.

When the night was made of stars and lights
When the rhythm animated wrong to right
When the drink sent you wandering into flight
You were happy then.

When that touch was an electric shock
When that look sent all the world to rock
When that thought could all slick evil block
You were happy then.

Happy will you be again
Happy you will be again
Happy shall you be, my friend,
As happy as we were back then.

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I'm Lanii. I try to Be Good. It doesn't always work. "Call Me Lanii" is sort of about that - my inner and outer triumphs (what?) and struggles. "Alana Shorts" is sort of about that, too: I draw way too much inspiration from the crazy and strange events that actually happen to me and end up writing very little 'fiction'. I usually have my tongue quite thoroughly stuck in my cheek.