The fireworks plunge into the sky
The magic flows through their touch
The smile lights up their face
The credits role
This is what we think of when we think of a finale.
A life that has completed with a purpose.
A life that ends happily and all the puzzle pieces put together
The jigsaw puzzle that is our life is not that simple
Peices go missing, get wet and damaged
Some get eaten by children or animals (most likely your dog)
Sometimes the pieces are stolen
Stolen by our family, our “so called” friends, and by that one person you thought would be by your side until you both died.
The finale is not always picture perfect
The picture is just the easiest way to describe it
I wish our lives would be a smooth ride full of love and acceptance
joy and laughter, respect and knowing
Our lives are a shit show and you must find ways to make it brighter!
I’m sitting backstage waiting my turn as i count how many times this show says the word VAGINA! Its funny I know… I’m in the Vagina Monologues so there should not be any surprise that an hr into practice I have heard this word 28…nope 29 times!
I just wish I was in my warm bed writing my 5 film critiques that are due on Friday ad watching Were the World Mine!
I never really know what that look is for
Maybe its because I have done something wrong
or something right
Maybe I have caused him pain
Maybe he knows
Maybe he is totally clueless
or truly naive
I never know what that look is for
Maybe its because I didn’t do my chores
or because I did without request
Maybe I made her upset
Maybe she found out
or has no idea
Maybe dad has cheated
or she has
Eyes are the window to the soul but sometimes there is a disconnect
Sometimes that window is blurred and there is no amount of cleaner to wipe it away
They are like huge marbles pasted to our face
Sometimes full of life
Other times empty
Why are they a window?
Maybe because without eyes emotions would be worthless
The squeaks of their shoes on the court.
The sweat that pours from their foreheads.
The sway of their jerseys.
the swoosh of the ball in the hoop.
the slam of the ball on the floor.
The screams of the fans.
The shouts of the players.
The squawk of the buzzer.
All of these sounds combine to create a cacophony in my brain.
I can’t even hear my own voice much less my friends.
My eyes light up as the crowd jumps to their feet to congratulate their players for their VICTORY!!!!
Wake beat BC today by 29 pionts!
Today is a good day!
The way I feel after a shitty movie
The way I feel after I eat at a Mexican resturant in the north
The way I feel when I turn 18
The way I feel when I get my own membership card
The way I feel when I crossed the boarder into Canada
The way I feel when I drove 5 hours to get back to where I thought I belonged
The way I feel after I have sex with my boyfriend
Why is life full of dull situations that are given this exciting facade?
It just lifts our hopes and then we lose all hope in it after.
Why do we put these situations on a pedestal?
Is it to make us feel better once we reach these “goals”?
I don’t feel any better.
I just wish I had that expirence back.
Back when it was still a mystical entity.