bobkitty1123
Our lives are woven with the experiances of people from every place and every background. We must hold onto to all of them but only uphold the ones whom struck you as important.
I try to figure out who I am...who you are...who they are but I can't because no one can figure us out. We, humans, are just lost causes, confusing and complicated. Animals are so much easier to understand...they have so few emotions to display: hunger, exhaustion, excitement, contentment, and angry. And a dog would never lie about how they feel. They have no reason to. A human will lie and pretend...Spot or Patches or Polly won't.
Fences are just barriers and metaphorical or not, they are meant to contian or keep out. Fences are built around our homes for privacy. This society is ruled by privacy. Everyone has secrets that they keep to themselves. That is because of no trust. Our society has declined to that of liar, theives and jerks.
I am near, nearer than i have ever been. Yet I feel so far away. It is like a quest for some great prize only to get there and learn that the item you so longed for was unreachable by you. It is like striving for something you are never to have. Something you aren't destined to have. Only inches away and yet so far.
Maid is an interesting word. It can range from a many a thing. But the one thing that comes to mind is the young, beautiful french maid bustling around with a feather duster in hand. What can we take from such a creature, one whom only strives to please under the watchful eye of which doles out its pay. Are we all subject to those whom we recieve our pay? Are employees subject not only to their superiors but also the customers they serve? A man whom believes himself to be completely self relying still must rely on another soul to substain himself. A society of leeches...
The pendant is strung on the ratty old peice of yarn but that doesn't take away from its signifigance. No matter what shell something comes in, there is always a beauty to it. Its the age old thing of "never judge a book by its cover". While that is sound advice...no one ever takes it.
I am not complete...I am broken, falling to peices. I am shattered, my peices scattered across the floor. I fight to place the parts back together but I am never still whole. I am just a ghost of my former self. Will I ever be the same?
How quickly things happen...so suddenly are you thrust into the world, becoming man, a woman inspite of yourself. You aren't ready and yet you are expected to learn, to survive and thrive but how can you? How can you become what is expected of you? Why do these people thrust you out there? Why?
I am driven, forward towards the sky and the horizon. I will plunge off into the sunset, space and float forever, suspended in time. Galaxies will flit past as I rocket past nebulas and the large dying suns. Black holes will take me and spit me out far away in new land, worlds where I can find hope and dreams, where I can write my own story. I can be a princess, or a warrior, or even a mother. Each day will be new and fresh with new adventures and even greater endings. I driven towards a dream...towards a hope...towards a story greater than anything found on this lonely rock.