A Parallel Understanding
stepping lightly
like feathers...almost floating...
over the splintered chards of my consciousness
rainbow prisms they make
multi-colored reflections of my memories...
like a kalidescope they change
everytime i move my head.
the sound of my laughter...
the way you love...
shifting and sliding,
the patterns of my life...
what once made up a picture
now is simply a collection of colors
my colors...
of sounds
my sounds...
i giggle as it all changes
again and again as i turn my head
and i see...finally...as the world opens up...
that i grew up to be confused...but now...
i must grow young to just be...
i must grow young to find me...<3
1/19/11
Back to what was simple...
What are some of the things that change in us as we get older? I mean,
certainly there some things that almost all kids believe before they are
purged of their fantasies. Things like...didn't we all believe that our toys
came to life when we weren't around or asleep? I used to try and catch them. I
used to talk to my markers. Thinking back on it now I believed that there was
life inside of everything. If I dropped an object a part of me always wondered
if it had gotten hurt. As children we automatically feel that everything
deserves to be cared for.
I can remember an instance when I was about five, living in Kentucky. I was
sitting by a tree in our courtyard when a little girl I didn't know came up to
me. She said hi and then began walking around the base of the tree. I
watched for a second and then got up and started walking around the tree
too. She asked me my name. I gave it and asked for hers. She gave it and
then asked me if I wanted to be friends. So I said yes because there wasn't a
reason not to. And just like that we became friends. It seems almost
incomprehensible that a real friendship can be that easy. But why? I figure
you'd want to know more about a person, right? Try and see if this person
feels phony or manipulative, selfish or giving, funny or dull. But maybe, just
maybe none of that even matters. Maybe it never has. Why can't we all be
friends? Really there is no reason not to be. We can...we just choose not to.
We choose instead to analyze each other, judge each other, fear each other
and sadly, try to change each other into what we view as right. But I don't
think there is a single one of us that came into this life that way. So I ask
again, what is it that changes in us as we get older?
D on January 21, 2011
What you say about friendship is true. Why isn't it that easy? Great analogy. Great thought.