The Nature of Life

The sun comes out with the treacherous heat.

I look to her and say a friendly hello. Then I run and dance in the streets like a child, Dreaming the world to be a different place. The bees chime in and we both flit around buzzing tunes. I notice the booming color from the flowers, and I stop to greet them.. but the flowers are vain and I quickly leave for I only dwell with blissful flowers. The ones that sway in the breeze with the meadow. They always have a pleasant word to say.

The day goes on and I soon find the frogs. They leap from lilly pad to lilly pad, and croak their words low and blurry in their mouth. I cant understand them much, but I don’t think they want to be understood. They’re just happy to croak around the pound. Of course I get bored with them and move on to the sky.

I lay on soft grass and turn my eyes towards the vast sea of blue that looms in my thoughts. The birds do as they please of course and I just like to watch them, and let their tunes carry my imagination to new heights. My jovial thoughts slow and I can tell that the sun is getting curious and peeking her head around to the other side of the world. But by this time I shoo her off. “I’ll be waiting“I breath. 

The breeze is invited to the summer evening. It brings a soft cool whisp. Then the moon peeks his crescent face at me. And once I smile at him, he rises further. We gaze into each others eyes and I tell him of times when I danced to my hearts content. I tell him stories of my adventures in the sun. We laugh and have a merry time. Then when our conversation slows I lay my head upon him, but before the morning light finds its way back to me, he sneaks off. Without a kiss goodbye or a sentimental word, he vanishes like a vapor in the night.

muddling through

I once knew a girl who was obsessed with those facebook games. You know Farm ville, Restaurant city, Happy island, etc. She was always number one. Her points were always so ridiculously high. And I always wondered, what compelled her to spend hours and hours taking care of a virtual world that does not even exist. But then it came to me, that we are more a like than I thought. She just does things differently than I. The time that she is spending on playing those silly games, I am spending scribbling away or rather click clacking away. And looking into artists and songs that relate to me somehow,or just sound like heaven.Yes my music can travel with me, my music can comfort me and I can cross it off of the list of things that I must leave behind. I get it. I understand her. To her the games are fun, and they offer her comfort. Writing and music is fun to me and offers me comfort.

And now my dear reader, you are wondering what I am trying to escape. It is simply this, saying goodbye. Leaving those whom I am familiar with and entering new territory. Unlike writing and music, I cant take them with me. They must stay where they are, and I must leave them. This is my tormenting reality. Naturally, I hate goodbyes. I hate the single idea, of having to let people ostentatiously leave. I would rather be lost in a stream of notes, or write the day away. There is always an end to the notes, but unlike people I can turn the song on repeat and listen to the flow of notes turn in my head once again. This is a season in my life for losing. And I find myself instinctively rejecting new acquaintances because I know they will unfortunately be another person added on my list that I will have to say goodbye to.