As I sit here, this line whips across my mind 'For the greatest man there would be an unnoticed and necessary someone right alongside' (note that 'greatest' is subjective) I went wow and almost immediately I felt like hurling myself out of the half-blinking rain-slicked window pane and throttling all way down in a massive blur of canary yellow which chirps of the building's happy-exterior. Right-o-down, what a ride it would be, that would take me with a bump next to the Waffle Shop.
No, I am now not suicidal. But does that mean I believe in flying?
I would be lying if I said I do not enjoy flying and its immobile exhilaration.
Tell me it is just the allure of the full-length! glass windows. Or the effortless freedom of the black crow outside with its beak-up-in-the-air, slobbering at me slaving over my papers.
Chugging churning 5000 words.
Maybe that means I am a subconsciously repressed woman, what a chuckle. Perhaps Daryl could shed some light on this? What is repression?
In reflex, I think I have messed up my oceans. Oceans apart, in their separate basins of tears and deep-dark creatures, ought not be conjoined. But oceans aside, it is this faded yet sustaining little rowboat which sits snugly in any ocean, meandering rivers and even my bathtub. It's best friends with Rubber Duck.
"You and your metaphors", someone would say wryly.
Once, on the way home after a medium-rare trip of muted days and nights-so-cold, my driving dad said: You will give your sweat and your hours to the world, you may have to smile along when everyone is smiling. But there is one thing that the world can never take from you, your heart.
It is still the same, swimming above buildings and flying underwater.
1 comment:
where did u get that line from?
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