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SolitudeHello? Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me?
There is so much room here; it's unbelievable that I am the only one here. I can see everything and go wherever I want. There is nothing to stop me, nothing to slow me down, nothing at all.
Is anyone out there?
I am king here, the entirety of everything is mine and mine alone. I can go anywhere and see anything I want. I need nothing and so nothing surrounds me. I need something so things surround me. I need everything and, thusly so, everything surrounds me. I don't have to share anything, I can have it all, whatever I want, all to myself.
Can anyone hear me?
I can fly and soar through this space without worry; I can walk on the ground and stand perfectly still. I am the most talented here, of course. I can pretend I'm a tree and quickly become one or I can pretend to be a cloud and evaporate into one way up in the sky. I am a river, a flower, a butterfly, a bird, even something magnificent like a shooting star.
What splendorous c
UntitledI'm standing in silver; My legs are cold and the air is warm here. Nearby I hear the little waves break against the shore. Above me, in the sky, the moon glows at its brightest so that no stars are seen.
Around me, the water is calm and the world is quiet. If I were not in the water, letting my toes get wrinkly, I would think the silence might be overwhelming. Salt water feels different from freshwater; it's not quite the same as standing in a pool or a lake.
I wonder if it moves differently or if the tide has some sort of effect on it. But my thoughts always blur because all I can do is feel the water around my legs and look up at the moon that makes the tide rise as high as it is.
I like to do this as often as I can and try to figure out how it is the moon can make the ocean move. I don't know it, but I tend to think of the story of a bird who falls in love with a fish, the two never actually getting the chance to be together yet one has a strange effect on the other.
I wonder if thi
Staring Into PlasticI can see myself everywhere sometimes. In the dimmest rooms or in broad daylight, I can just see myself doing something I wouldn't normally be doing. If I concentrate on a particular aspect of something, myself, a building, a road, I can see something else.
It's almost like looking into a different world, looking through a thin veil that is somehow separating an alternate universe from the one I am aware of.
It's strange, sometimes, to see myself walking through a desert and feel the heat of that desert on my cheeks. Yet, for some reason, I am wearing a thick freezer suit as if I was in the arctic. There are times when I see myself just collapsing for no reason in the middle of a crowded area and most of the people don't even glance in my direction.
There are times when I see aspects of my dreams in things and I test to make sure I'm not dreaming. Sometimes I have to press a wall with my hand to make sure I can't go through it or push a box to make sure it still moves.
I have seen many
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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