beyond.
go.
I am somewhere, beyond the wail of that train whistle.
all these tracks, I'm somewhere beyond those. mysterious. but you can't be everything you are in this society. We're too concrete for that. too black and white. One day I would like to be lavender, one day lime green. But America is for the real things. the "true" things.
I want people to know that I am not 100 percent concrete. Well no one is. but you can't tell them that. I want to be lavender, floating beyond the whistle of that train. the one that lulls me to sleep, the one that greets me in the morning, that wails softly as I walk to class. I want to be indigo, cerulean. I want to be a wisp of that.
Somewhere beyond is where I am, because I can't be here. can't just be. got to be something. If I have to be pegged, peg me as lavender.
stop.
Hey there .... Love that thought of being a wisp of that!! ... LOVLEY :)
ReplyDeleteContrary to what you have said in your profile, I find you to be a very good writer. I love your style and the thoughts you have expressed here. Good job!
ReplyDeleteLOVED how you wrote on beyond! LOVE how you related to lavender! I love lavender, so I shall think of it differently now!
ReplyDeleteWriting on "beyond" with you!
Hello Phoebe
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog. Its lovely to meet you.. I happen to think you write very well. In fact, you remind me of my own daughter in college, the one I mentioned in my post.. she also loves to write. I'll be sending her a link to your blog.. I'm sure she'll be blessed by it.
God bless you and help you with your studies..I know how tough it can be ;-)
thanks everyone! Have a beautiful day!
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