A Dark Place: Part I of II

It's dark. Dreary, even. And I can sense a hint of sorrow.  I'm stuck in this deep, melancholy abyss that I can't seem to get out of, nor do I want to.  It's as if there is no today, no yesterday, and no tomorrow.  Nothing exists right now... heck, I don't even exist.  My family, my friends, my enemies... none of them exist in this place.  It's a simpler place, I must admit.  When I'm closed off here, I feel no sense of need; no sense of want; no sense of doing anything to be productive. I'm just... here.  I'm sure you've been to this place; I've been here many times, as you may or may not know.  I just sit and stare; I don't think, I don't listen, I don't speak.  I simply just... stare. I don't know what else to do in this place.

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 5

            7:20AM. ‘Damnit, Alisson, where are you?’ I got nervous and began to shake. It wasn’t that cold out, but I had goose bumps.  I moved my eyes back to the hooded figure, to see if he did anything new; he did.

            The hooded figure had disappeared. ‘Where did he go?! Hrm, maybe he went to his class… I’m thinking too much. Why was I so paranoid? Obviously he’s a new kid who came to this school early. Duh.’  I exerted a sigh of relief; I guess I was feeling shaky all for nothing. I guess what happened in the past just scarred me for life.  I looked at the parking lot, and didn’t see Alisson anywhere, so I went back inside the hallways. I went to get my cell phone, to see if I got any texts while I was outside.  

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 4

              I look at my watch, tick tock. Tick tock. I look around the parking lot. There was one more car then last time; I didn’t recognize it.  ‘Must be a new kid, or an old kid with a new car.’ It was a blue Corolla with a “Jesus is my Homeboy” bumper sticker on its trunk. ‘Hah, we’ve got a new religious guy at school. Just what we need. Hope none of the football players see that car; they’ll never leave that kid alone.’ I looked down at my clock again. 7:08AM. I checked the parking lot to see if Alisson had come.  I couldn’t find her, but I did come across something strange. The new Corolla was there, but I noticed that there was someone inside. ‘Strange. I wonder if he’s doing work or something… or maybe he’s- No. That’s not possible. You’re just becoming paranoid.’  I looked at my watch again, with more anxiety this time.

            7:10AM.  Time seems to go by so slowly.

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 3

“Today, the traffic seems to be piling up on 51^st –“ I switched the station.  Some dramatic classical music came on, and I switched the station again.  A song about a blue pickup and some beer came on. ‘Goddamnit.  Where’s the tolerable music?’ I changed the station one more time.

“I wanna rock and roll all night, and party every day. I wanna rock and rol-“ I left the station on. ‘Finally, something decent.’  I backed out of our carport and headed to school. I lived fairly close, so my drive to school every day was only, at most, 15 minutes.  I turned up the radio, because my favorite song was on. I sang along with Brad Delp:

“Smokin', Smokin'
            We're cookin' tonight, just keep on tokin'
            Smokin', Smokin'
           I feel alright, mamma I'm not jokin', yeah.
Get your feet to the floor-“

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 2

 I patted my face dry and applied some eyeliner on my eyelid. My hands were still a bit wet, so the liner slipped and poked my eye. ‘Shit! Ow.’ I winced and looked at the mirror again. ‘Great.’  My right eye was now red and a little bit of the liner smeared across the bottom part of my eye.  I got a piece of tissue and wiped it off. ‘I guess that’s a sign for me not to wear make-up today. Whatever, it’s okay. I have no one to impress.’I went back to my room and opened my closet. A few shirts fell to my feet, but I didn’t care too much. I looked at all the different colors and styles of the other shirts in my closet and was stumped.

Secrets To Be Told...: Part 1

"Tick tock.  It’s 6 in the morning and I’m in my bed. My eyes are on the borderline of being opened, but I stop myself before its too late. "

Tick tock.  In any minute, my alarm is going to ring. I had a small urge to turn it off, to spare myself from the annoying beeping, but the urge to be lazy for the next 2 minutes overpowered it and I stayed snuggled in my sheets.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick to- RIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG.

'Ugh, there it is.’  I slowly made my way up through my sheets and I reached the surface. ‘Ouch.’ I put my hands in front of my eyes. ‘Who opened the god damn curtains?’

RIIIIINNNNGGGGG. The alarm clock was still ringing.  I slowly crept across the bed and hit the top of the alarm clock with my left hand, while my other hand covered my face from the blinding light that so rudely surprised me minutes before. I checked the clock again. 6:13AM. I had a couple more minutes.

Underwater Appreciation: Part II of II

Snorkeling = Epic

I swim around underneath the several atmospheres of pressure that push on me every second that I’m down there. I ponder about all of these as I swim, but get distracted when I see a dolphin in the distance. Wait, no, make that two dolphins; a mother and a baby dolphin, swimming and streaming through the water like ballerinas. I stop and stare at the wonderful spectacle in front me; some of the smartest creatures on this planet, maybe even said to be smarter than humans, were swimming just meters ahead of me. Their gracefulness catches me off guard and I think to myself, “These creatures don’t even have to practice this gracefulness; they’re born with it. And what do us humans do? We have to practice how to be graceful; we have to learn and perfect grace. What does that say about us humans? It says that, even though dolphins are very unique animals, they are similar to humans, but also superior in certain aspects. It also says that humans should accept the uniqueness that all nature has to offer, because whether we like it or not, sometimes things in nature are similar to us, but also superior.

Underwater Appreciation: Part I of II

Bloop, bloop. The bubbles exerted themselves out of the tiny container that kept them in for so long. Bloop, bloop. I look up as I watch them pass me by, in different sizes and surprisingly, in different shapes. I never knew bubbles could be in different shapes, because I’ve always seen them to be depicted as simple spheres. However, I now know that there are no two bubbles alike, and it fascinates me how true it is. For two things not to be the same - ever - is just mind blowing. It just tells me everything in the world is unique in itself, no matter how ‘identical’ they may seem. Thanks to nature, I now know this. Thanks to nature, I now know more about my own life and understand more. Nature never ceases to amaze me.