“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled.
There were a lot of little kids there.
I watched them flying.
Doing jumps and having races.
And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday.
And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do.
And they will all kiss someone someday.
But for now, sledding is enough.
I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isnt…
It’s kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and say your name.
And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.
Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don’t need an hour in front of a mirror.
It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away.
And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing.
And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something,
but I can’t.
Photos by me. Words by Stephen Chbosky from "The Perks of Being a Wallflower."
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Your subjective experiences/poems/photos are interesting and vibrate with beingness.
ReplyDeleteI used to sometimes get the sense I - the real part of me - the central "I" - was like a hand in the glove of this body, this body just a cover but I know when we think words and thoughts, images, our brains are using the whole body, so I wonder how that spirit part could be aware without the body to translate (not worried though, it's in God's hands)
I like that... vibrate with beingness. I think I may need to write a poem about that one line.
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