Satisfying and Deviation

This kinda goes along with my name it is my favorite thing that i have ever written. I love it.


Satisfying
He thinks of everything he has gone through this past year. The Changes. The People. How realizing what you are and thinking of what you’ll become makes you think more. It allows you to understand things better. Suddenly, breathing became one of the easiest things.
When a window breaks the pieces can be incredibly sharp and it can take you longer to pick them up, than usual. Sometimes the reason for its shattering is for that’s what meant to happen. God’s way of saying, “Hey see this crack here. It can be broken. You’re not whole. I think you need to fix it. Start over.”

Writing these words opens my mind and I think of T.S. Eliot when he said…

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

I agree, completely. If I could become a fraction of what a writer he was I would be unsatisfied.

Why stop when I’ve reached my goal. Don’t stop because the task is accomplished. By taking life a step further you become a step closer to satisfaction. If something I accomplish is stopped for I must move on I pray that it will last long enough for another individual to take it further. That would satisfy.

Deviation
The sounds of the footsteps on the pavement beating along with the rhythm of my heart. Two body parts so separate yet so close. Both suddenly increase with the speed of comet. I am a simple star hanging in the balance of a universe set with its rules and procedures. The sun dangles in front of me with those silky strands of light and those deep pathways to the core. She doesn’t take a look towards me for the rules prevent her. I never believed in going along with what others say is how things go. I begin to break those procedures so I can create my own. Then I realized. If their was the slimmest chance that we would why should I be the only one to take the initiative to break the proverbial standards of. She should find the follower and forget the deviant.

The rain is the only thing keeping me sane. She sits there resting her hands in her lap and staring straight ahead. The usual battle has raged and now the terms are being set. I surprise myself that I can still drive under this heat and coldness. She never cries in front of me. She has never cried in front of me until now. Deviating from the program is very much like her. One of the attractions. I reach over to take her hand but she pulls away. Suddenly, she grabs the wheel and pulls us onto the shoulder. She stares at me the tears reminding me that I caused it. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. My arms don’t move but tighten against my sides. Why do you always deviate? She states. I don’t know. This didn’t phase her in the least. She tightened her iron grip. Sitting there thinking of all I’ve went through I know that I don’t want to mess this up. I raise my arms and wrap them around her. Holding her close she whispered. You deviated.

updating...

hey so i did find my missing notebook thank god. but i almost lost it again ...haha....anyways. for news on the banning of penicil bags read the next issue of the pitch. so who else is ready for christmas break. i am excited. hopefully i will have my internet back and be able to update somewhere else than school. anyways my writing is actually continuing good. i write a little everyday. but yea i might post like the first chapter on here for fun. so be looking forward to that. anyways...
later.
the Tay.