Night slipped
Down her throat in soft, meager drops
And she was thirsty.
She walked alone, but
The setting sun's pink shroud (reflected
On the path, reflected
In the trees,
Defined in dark silhouette
On the looking-glass
Puddles in the road)
Knew her name,
And the blue ferns
On her simple dress
Knew the blue of her
Gray eyes.
The cold air whispered
The forest, which burned
Her ears. As she walked,
She remembered:
Silence is fatal,
More than a sudden noise.
She stopped singing.
As her feet grew heavy with wet,
With the mud of November,
She forgot that she was alive
And only watched the stillness
Of the swamps and the ferns and the
Endless trees-
The only thing that moved was her,
And the thorns which caught her dress
Freed her, while the unseen branches
And spiders' webs opened her to the night.
Life is only now.
You can't buy the future by investing
Any number of drawn-out days,
But we can't break free
Of comfort.
She walked forever through the sea of ferns
And was home by dinnertime.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
LIVE NOW.
There's nothing more to life than living it, as fully as possible.
We sell our freedom daily to the future because we think that by investing the present, we can create future freedoms.
If only there were no tomorrow to consider.
Freedom cannot be bought with all the time in the world- freedom is time, is life, and it will never be so easy to be young as it is right now.
I want to LIVE FREELY- money and education as USELESS to the most integral, necessary part of life: LIVING. Society aims at freedom but keeps us from ever being free.
Colleges
There were long days of summer, there are short days of frustration with deadlines fast approaching. The time between was survival.
"For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight on trampoline..."
I have spent six hours today trying to reach a goal that doesn't really exist.
"Please keep your response to 500 words or less."
If I have 250 words, does that make me very concise? No, it makes my essay tenuous, because I could not express enough adulation for a school or for myself in so few words to be truly committed to the cause.
"And of course, Henry the horse will dance the waltz..."
I doesn't really matter, I'll get in somewhere. Some of these places have rolling admission policies, so I could wait quite a long time to turn them in. Of course, then I won't get scholarships, and that would be a problem. Do Canadian schools work with the National Merit folks?
"It's gonna be the future soon..."
If I fill up with too much nameless emotion, I have to go and do something. I ran around the trail a few times. If I run fast enough, sometimes I can leave myself behind. As I feel the toxins leaving my body, a smile creeps across my face.
"...it's already here."
When I started walking, I looked around and remembered that I was running in circles. I was jogging up the same hill I cleared yesterday. It was so pointless that I started running again, and the sunlight broke cruelly through the boughs of the trees to cast the light fantastic across a brilliant world of duplicity.
"You want a piece of my heart, you better start from the start.."
Around the swamp, I decided to stop running circles and try something else. I climbed a tree until I remembered that the branches just get smaller. The view was lovely and unsatisfyingly familiar. The branches were rotten, so I had to be very careful to climb down, as a foot holds more weight right off than does a hand. If only there were somewhere I hadn't yet explored.
I'm reading several books at the moment:
The Qu'ran
The Bible
The Fountainhead
The Blue and Brown Books
Double Helix
Something Wicked This Way Comes
I feel like I could learn so much more if school took up less time and I didn't have to worry about the future all the time. I would have done something real by now if I weren't so busy with everything I've been asked to do.
When I came down from the tree, I didn't go back around the loop again. I turned around outright and walked straight into the painful sunlight, because at least this way I wasn't pretending to run away again.
"Write about something you are passionate about."
"Please keep your response to less than 300 words."
"For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight on trampoline..."
I have spent six hours today trying to reach a goal that doesn't really exist.
"Please keep your response to 500 words or less."
If I have 250 words, does that make me very concise? No, it makes my essay tenuous, because I could not express enough adulation for a school or for myself in so few words to be truly committed to the cause.
"And of course, Henry the horse will dance the waltz..."
I doesn't really matter, I'll get in somewhere. Some of these places have rolling admission policies, so I could wait quite a long time to turn them in. Of course, then I won't get scholarships, and that would be a problem. Do Canadian schools work with the National Merit folks?
"It's gonna be the future soon..."
If I fill up with too much nameless emotion, I have to go and do something. I ran around the trail a few times. If I run fast enough, sometimes I can leave myself behind. As I feel the toxins leaving my body, a smile creeps across my face.
"...it's already here."
When I started walking, I looked around and remembered that I was running in circles. I was jogging up the same hill I cleared yesterday. It was so pointless that I started running again, and the sunlight broke cruelly through the boughs of the trees to cast the light fantastic across a brilliant world of duplicity.
"You want a piece of my heart, you better start from the start.."
Around the swamp, I decided to stop running circles and try something else. I climbed a tree until I remembered that the branches just get smaller. The view was lovely and unsatisfyingly familiar. The branches were rotten, so I had to be very careful to climb down, as a foot holds more weight right off than does a hand. If only there were somewhere I hadn't yet explored.
I'm reading several books at the moment:
The Qu'ran
The Bible
The Fountainhead
The Blue and Brown Books
Double Helix
Something Wicked This Way Comes
I feel like I could learn so much more if school took up less time and I didn't have to worry about the future all the time. I would have done something real by now if I weren't so busy with everything I've been asked to do.
When I came down from the tree, I didn't go back around the loop again. I turned around outright and walked straight into the painful sunlight, because at least this way I wasn't pretending to run away again.
"Write about something you are passionate about."
"Please keep your response to less than 300 words."
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