fascination
I wish that I could just leave. I wish that I could come and go as I pleased. I wish it all way that easy. I'd just yell "transport" and I would be there.
Copper wire twisted round and round. I don't even know its purpose. I was never good at these science experiments. I'll just sit and fiddle and hope I'm cute. It usually gets an A.
I stare at words and pictures that are supposed to tell me about those words. I don't understand. Diagrams don't tell me anything. I need to know what's happening outside my window. Not in there colorful boxes of information.
We look around. Look for anything. An opportunity. A new life. We'll take anything we can get, but it appears that all the doors are closed. There are no opportunities for us here.
Affection is neither a gift, nor is it earned. It is not respect. It is uncontrollable. We have affection for some and not others. No one deserves it, they just give and receive.
Words spill out of my mouth. They make no sense. That wasn't even a sentence. I don't know what to say. I say nothing. I look up. I see his eyes.
Everything is understood.
That's all we want - to be understood.
Flakes fall from the sky. They are white. Oh, I did want a white Christmas. It's been long, sombre years. All I wanted was a white, happy Christmas.
It smells so odd. The smell is suffocating. How dreadful are these flakes.
We all form habits when we are young. Habits that will stick with us forever. We have no control over that. They follow us around - good or bad. They do not break. Hearts and spirits and tea cups break, but habits do not. So we do our best to make ones we would not break if we could.