madmattie
With all this social networking, it seems like everyone is connected. I talk to my best friends every day on Facebook and Skype. I'm updated on my friends' lives via Twitter, so it feels like I never miss a beat. But sometimes I wish I had the courage to just pick up the phone and dial...
I'm terrified of audiences. What if I screw up? It will be for all the world to see.
It takes a lot of work to be a volleyball player. At one point I had to spend over an hour working on my approach. I spent that entire time running and jumping into an empty air space. No ball, no net, just oxygen and shiny gym floor.
My eyes are all read and puffy. I know that for the next two minutes, I will have everyone's attention. Here we go - nerves, sadness, insecurity and all - diving into the unknown. As long as I have this group listening to me, right now, I might as well make a statement.
Here we are, walking in tandem; one of us shuffles forward, so does the other. One steps back, the other steps back. Like mirrors. I can't tell who moves first. For a heartbeat I almost tricked myself into thinking we were twins.
Almost.
I find you sitting outside my locker, reading a book. You've settled in as if this was part of our weekly routine. "Let's head to the library," I suggest. You disagree. For the next hour we sit there together, not sure who's in control.
I'm in a world so shaken up you'd think it was a snow globe. Most of the people around me are crying and hugging one another. Others are just standing there. Alone. Nothing could shake them out of their misery. Me? I'm calm, cool, collected. But then I see them. I lose everything. Tonight won't be our last night together, everyone says. But deep inside, we know. It's final.
Once upon a time there was a birthday girl who wanted nothing more than to cook pasta with her friends, so they spent two hours in the kitchen making delicious food to eat later. Finally, she sat down in the dining room, at the long and shiny mahogany table, and ate her heart out. Do you remember those days?
if there were no consequences, i would kiss you. we could run through the snow and laugh together, just like every day, but things would be different. for once, everyone else would be right, and "once upon a time" would be all the time.
There is no better way to reach a destination than by picking the greatest route. Perhaps one may fly with invisible wings, or mayhap travel underwater, breathing next to a dolphin friend. Even so, there are still the car and the train, silly little contraptions, nothing more than deadly chunks of metal flying across the ground; when in fact, there are so many better ways to get places.
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