The world is alive. I see it when I drive by birds gliding over green fields, soaring into a distant horizon until they disappear. I feel it when I slip into my covers at night and take turns reciting poetry with my sister. I hear it when I see blades of grass dancing to the rhythm of the song in my head.
I feel like I am chasing things that are moving faster than me. It's like a string of pearls let loose across the floor, scattering everywhere and I haste and I haste to string them back in time. But what am I chasing? What am I dying to hold on to forever? Maybe it's the feel of able limbs and this black hair pulled back by a hairband; the feel of being fifteen.
My mind wanders to the strangest of places in the strangest of times. Sometimes I am in a place entirely different than the one I'm really at. Again and again, the same train of thoughts and every time I find new solace in them. Is this madness? I wonder if I look dull and despondent when the fiercest of thoughts lace together inside my brain. My mind would be a strange place to be.
Today my brain was a boiling pot of all this nonsense. The littlest of things were making me ache for someone to point them out to. Like the amusing amount of "Thankyou's" and "Sorry's" I said during the day. And the flavour of the juice I bought.
I found something very strange today. The girl in front of me at the auditorium was exclaiming at the fact that they'd mentioned a gay couple in the play. (The teacher cut out that part altogether because she was knowing of "worrying" parents, although she seemed irritated that she had to do that.) She couldn't speak the word "gay". My friend said it out loud for her.
And, lastly, I wonder if we get so busy sometimes thinking of the faults in other people that we forget to correct our own. Everybody slips from time to time, but I'd like to never fall the same fall again.
Thanks for listening.
Exhausted by an ordinary day,
Me.
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