Bla

Avoidance is my best human skill.

Heart Slightly Melted

Instead of listening studiously through my exam reviews today

I daydreamed.

First of success(es) in track.

Images of myself zipping by with fire-like passion in my eyes. My hair bouncing determinedly on my back, as though it is the force pushing my body forward with barely a tap. My legs and their raw strength that can tare up the faceless wondergirl in the backstretch.

Secondly of the dance.

Gliding out in my crimson dress, my makeup flawlessly applied. Somehow I look different. People stop to see this strange newness. 'How can this be? She is so beautiful; with her eyes a wild and open blue and her perfect stride as she glides.' They will tell themselves that I have always looked this sweet. My armcandyness will overcome all.

Daydreams are a powerful thing. The can be created after a particularly straining speed workout or after a certain someone happens to throw a smile your way.

Daydreams are unattainable in the kind of way that makes you go insane. Yet somehow the keep us living in the moment- because whatever happens we can always pretend that the outcome is/will be exactly the one we want.

Clap Those Hands

Sad but true

I am happy

and I know it.

*clapping like mad*

More Than Less

Outstretched

She beats me in the back stretch

when the sun is at my back.

She is slimmer and taller,

every day she disappears and every evening she wains.

She holds secrets best of all

she never speaks to anyone but myself.

Sometimes I wish I could join her world

full of pebbles and unspoken rituals.

But it would a world doomed to half following, half leading.

And thats not a world at all.

Pathway to.... well.... nowhere at all....

You get a lead. You lose a lead.

Then you are right were you started.

With nothing gained

and nothing lost

but time.

The Past

Enough

You open the door

and greet me as I cross the threshold.

Everything comes back to me,

all that I am

and all that I am not.

The shock of reality hits me with a sting

like peeling off a crusty scab.

It has scar potential,

but seeing has healed anything that was broken.

For in your eyes I can see my own true face,

and it can love.

That One Person

I hate how one person can make/break your day. He can glance at me and look away or not even glance at all- and that ruins my day. Or he can say something to me in the passing which makes me feel ready to accomplish any goal.

Where is my control?