April 2006
Sunday, April 30, 2006
gazes, smiles, wishes
she walked past and paused long enough to smile, really smile into his blue eyes. it would have been too akward and forced to stop and hold a conversation to tell him what she really thought and tell him how sad she was when she saw him.not sad about the past or the future, but sad that his life wasn't full. it wasn't her place to determine fullness, but his just seemed empty. creative artistry gone to waste behind clouds of mindless smoke. this time she tried. she stopped, smiled and attempted to put paragraphs of meaning behind her eyes and smile. did he actually get it? "i'm happy, life is bursting at the seams, i am in love and i wish the same for you." he actually smiled back. it wasn't a smile with only his mouth but also with his eyes. he looked a little puzzled by her look, but he challanged it with meaning of his own.she wasn't sure if she got it. she imagined that he was saying he was trying, or at least tonight he was happy, happy with the girl he was with, happy with life, happy with the future. maybe it was her own wishful thinking that interpreted his gaze to that extent, but she really believed that maybe he would be okay.
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Friday, April 21, 2006
on finishing
i feel like i should write something significant, deep, reflective here in the last hours before my senior theatre project. it's crazy to think back on my freshman year and realize that i have come a long way, there is no way i could have done this four years ago. my friendships have changed, realtionships have begun, art has been learned and i am putting all of that and myself and my training into a space of an hour. in just over 60 mintutes i will begin and end my culmination. i am proud of it. i am also humbled by God's grace and awed by his love.tonight i feel independent, and that's good.
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
springtime
springtime makes me think of other springs. and i wonder stuff. and then i want to write stories. maybe when the stp is over i will write stories again.
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
when i became her
i feel sort of stuck, like a poem on a page, like i've crawled inside the words of my script, forgetting where they came from i put them back on and make them mine this time. the channel is wiped clean and i only see a fuzzy origin i make my own and here my troubles start.i am not like this, but i have become this. the art makes the creator its own and i'm lost to the pain and wondering of what is in my hands and in my body. the dark imagination of her mind is now here and from this i write.i used to act, but now i live. i feel everything inside is a paradox or in such violent contrast that my nerve endings are vibrating with blue volts. i'm giddy and anguished, or maybe my confusion makes me giddy and just a little too excited about something, i'm not sure what.when i sit still every muscle fiber is jittering even if nothing moves across your vision. my thoughts are flitting and won't settle long enough to cry or laugh and so i hover between the two, constantly plucking the rubber band that keeps these waves chasing each other with speed.i'm not like this. i have never been her. until now. until the thing i created took me and made a new me. a me i don't like, a me i've never known or met. but this is it. people are strange to me. distant, far. they touch me and i don't know whether to scratch the sensation of their touch off my skin or make theirs bleed instead.i want a drug or pill that will stop the vibrating in my head and muslces. calm me. stop my thoughts and my feelings (if that's what they even be called). where do i begin, how will you fix me?
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
kissing and subways
lost in his kiss she remembered the belgium subway. was his tounge like the subway, her mouth the underground tunnel? a strange time for a memory like that. it was the first time she had ever thought about that subway and she recalled that it was hardly her favorite. she was with susan that day and they both had britaney spear's "toxic" stuck in their head. oh well, banish the thought she told her brain. she had a much more interesting thing taking her attention, his lips, his tounges, every thing together. the way his arms wrapped the whole way around her back and how she had to stand on tiptoe to hug his neck. the way her neck would lean back and her smile would explode and how she wanted to hop and giggle with the overwhelming love she felt. and so she would. he didn't care. he smiled back and then kissed her some more.
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