Mariella Marygrove |
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Greetings, Welcome, I am Mariella. Charmed. Shall we sit a moment longer, perhaps you will try a lollipop? ... so tell me about you? Your hopes your dreams... what gives you pride? What is it about a Summer Day ...or is it the Night in which there appears the greatest awe? You. I want to know when I speak. To know what I hear. The tones in your voice playing memory in music. The vibration of the soul felt enough into this fleshy world. I want to know the truth of you ... because to speak of something really real, is the only true purpose to speak. I am Marielle, and this world seems grey. Colors abound, yet the faces seem to fade. When it is quite you can hear the deafening silence, and when alone, the name seem like whispers, trail of grey smoke. Before this, the world was not so much better. Grimy, strange and cold ... I never liked the cities. People stacked in boxes. Boxes around the boxes. Too many jars, as I say. What was he point of the turning wheels? I made candies. My profession. Imagine the faces. Who would be unhappy. "Here is your candy!" I love the sound, the smiles. The Colors. It all seems to shine. Glimmer in the light. Ever since I was young and my grandmother taught me her secrets... where does it all go? What are we now? I wonder what others know, or where they came from as differences among us are staggering. It all seems strange to me, this power, these spirits. Where are we really? But my fears hold me in suspension, knowing only one sight before awakening here. Red.. a shade darker than cherry. ...She marched to her wardrobe ![]() And threw away the colour Because wearing black looks mysterious But it didn't impress her mother She wanted to dress her baby In patterns and flowers But Mariella just crossed her arms And so she cried for hours Mariella, Mariella My pretty baby girl Unglue your lips from being together and And wear some pink and pearls You can have your friends 'round And they can stay for tea Won't you just try to fit in please Do this for me But Mariella just crossed her arms As she walked up the stairs And she went into her bedroom And she sat on her bed And she looked in the mirror And she thought to herself "If I wanna play, I can play with me If I wanna think, I'll think in my head" from a Kate Nash song |