block the past, or blog it
A little girl playing in her backyard. Curious to her surroundings. Observing a single tree everyday for months because she wanted to see that cacoon/crysalis break. Waiting for those beetle egss to hatch. Watching a spider hunt it's prey. And always missing the moment she was waitng for. Still, waiting longingly for another opportunity. The same girl riding her bike around the small, quiet town. The same girl playing with her little sister. That little girl studying not as if it were a task but the experience of a lifetime. A girl who went to the library and devoured the whole section on animals and plants and biology in less than a year. The same girl walking back from school accompanied by her first sweetheart.
The same girl who left her little house, her backyard, the eggs, the cacoons and the butterflies. The little girl who left her little quiet town and her bicycle. Who left her friends and left her past to linger the halls of her now empty house.
She left herself. She left everything about her that she liked. She left her past to rot and die. And now her past a myth. The same girl now lies in her bed looking out the window to stare at the stars. Waiting for one to fall. But instead continuously watches the constellations die. The moment passes and she does not care to try again. Waiting is no longer an option. It's just a waste of time.
The same girl who left her little house, her backyard, the eggs, the cacoons and the butterflies. The little girl who left her little quiet town and her bicycle. Who left her friends and left her past to linger the halls of her now empty house.
She left herself. She left everything about her that she liked. She left her past to rot and die. And now her past a myth. The same girl now lies in her bed looking out the window to stare at the stars. Waiting for one to fall. But instead continuously watches the constellations die. The moment passes and she does not care to try again. Waiting is no longer an option. It's just a waste of time.
Let me sprint until I'm nine,
Maybe I can out run the grips of time.
I'll keep one eye to watch the stars,
I'll keep the other to watch my scars.
I'll try to jump higher than I can reach,
But I know I can't land squarely on my feet.
Stop changing your mind and keep to the plan.
Try to walk on the solid sand.
Write your name on water and watch the ripples die.
Write a song and make me cry.
Figure out a person with your one track mind.
Watch the stereotypes suffocate our time.
Run back and forth till there's no start or end,
Become a socialite without any friends.
Don't tell it if it isn't true.
It might come back to haunt you.
Don't say a word if the words aren't kind,
Because not even a second in life can you rewind.
Don't generalise the world even if it generalises you.
But in the end I guess that's all we can do.
Take a thumbtack and pin me to the wall.
Pin me down before I fall.
Make an equation out of uncertainty.
Let's pattern out this inconsistency.
Light the fire, breathe the poison smoke.
Let your lungs fill until you choke.
Endorphins, Nicotine and Caffeinated shit.
The only things I need to make my mind trip.
An empty page to fill with my always empty mind.
Let's sprint this track till we go back in time.
posted by Yani Malai @ 8:37 PM
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