Slow and Steady;) A rough draft of some story.

10/4/11
10/5/11
10/6/11
10/13/11 (Time goes by so fast! I can't believe I haven't written on here in a week!!)
10/16/11
10/23/11 (Once again, how does time fly by so fast?)
10/26/11 (Still have no idea where I'm going with the story or what it is about)

***There are a lot of repeated words and awkward sentences in this (as well as typos and spelling errors I'm sure). I will be adding a little bit to this every day and see where it takes me. Final edits will be done at the end most likely. So this will be UNEDITED and very ROUGH! I have no idea what it is about right now. I'm just going to write for a few days/weeks and see where it takes me!***



A Lesson in Flexibility

A Possible Story:

The sky blue car turned in front of me, catching me by surprise and forcing me to brake harder than I'd intended to. Summers in ******** were famous for their dampness. Over the past three hours, the humidity in the air had joined the tears slowly sliding down my cheeks, leaving me confused. My inner turmoil had been churning away for weeks now. My stomach filled to the brim with that worrisome feeling that signified something was amiss. But what? What was I missing? If I'd been unable to catch it by now, maybe nothing was wrong? My mind, a whirlwind of wrinkles; an unanswered question borne with each inhale. A year's worth of barren thoughts flew through my mind-- winter could not be far away. But none of that answered the question, why was this happening to me now?

I continued driving, unsure of my destination. I had left hours ago, which meant I should be arriving home any minute now. But my reverie hadn't spared much room for practical thoughts and I was no longer sure whether I was on the right path. The melodious tune of Kal Ho Na Ho cocooned my worries, isolating them into its soft white core-- drawing me back to the dreadfully cold winter mornings when I'd grudgingly trudge to my bus stop. Reminding me of the simpler days. Mornings which extracted my spirit through trails of warm exhaled air. I would watch my spirit flow upwards, captivated by the delicate curlicues pirouetting around me, my constant companions on those long lonely walks.

The fading chords brought me back into my ***2002 red Ford Focus***. Music had always had a special ability to reincarnate specific memories right before my eyes, creating an alternate reality within which I could seek refuge for a few moments when I felt overwhelmed. Without this skill--was it a skill?-- I would have probably reached this very moment months ago. But I hadn't. Warm air lounged around me, preventing me from experiencing the powder blue tendrils whisking around outside. My thoughts, rejuvenated from their brief rest, jumped around like the three beige jumping beans I'd so lovingly cared for as a child. Restless. Mysterious. Creepy yet wonderfully magical at the same time.

Magic. It was the promise of fairy dust that had led me to cross the threshold the first time. My commonsense, perforated by my childish id, had been left behind in a red cardboard box. I had been transported into a world of staticky thoughts. A world where a purring heart was one of contentment, not a clamorous motorcycle speeding away. I'd clung onto photographs of happiness for so long, I'd felt naked when it had all been packed away. But there I had been, ready to be reborn in an egg shell white room encompassed by the cool aquamarine mirage. Brought to life by a deep breath of wisdom. In this world, I had stopped wanting to hurt myself and the mind games no longer applied. My bittersweet kindness had fallen away with the felt clinging to my knees as I had knelt with humility.

Looking back, it was the purple radiator which had allowed me to escape the manipulation. It seems he had failed to realize truths untold are really lies. Like a goblet crawling with spiders, each confession had elicited a tingling down my spine, stapling down my surprise as I was forced to confront his insecurities. Glazing over myself yet again. Forgetting to stop and think about what I had wanted, what I felt, and my expectations. Redirecting my own concerns into his hypnotic silver eyes, which only reflected my perfection back to me.

I had not always been perfect, transcending the mortal realm a mere two years ago, during the frigid winter of *****. My flawed branches, whittled down to twigs by him, had created in me a cyclone of vitality so powerful, I had been unknowingly self-destructing ever since. The invisible damage, unveiled, congealed upon my shoulders. Leaking out of my eyes like an ineffective dam after the heavy monsoons. Thunderstorms of orange leaves and celestial winds full of solar particles-a beautiful vision of bright blues, organic magenta, and flirtatious reds.

Red

The thorny crimson rose lay cradled in her delicate hands. Each graceful finger punctuated by an immaculately manicured nail. Eyes lidded forever, crescent shaped lips lifted in a smile. My lacerated heart desperately trying to stay afloat the ocean of sorrow threatening to drown the room. We had talked a few days before, made plans for the future- plans now forever stuck there. In the future. Alone. In a cold black coffin of their own. Awaiting their reincarnation into the minds and hearts of another pair of friendly souls. Vaporized from my dreams by the string of skulls that had begun to accumulate, for this was only the beginning. Gratified by the memories, our shared smiles were easily forgotten, overshadowed by the trace of salt left behind.

White?


Gratified by ....
alarming
celestial
gossamer
vaporous
ethereal
stitched
surgery
trapeze
vacillating

lack of tasveer, apne aap ko takleef dilana
always gratified me
brewing for quit
not forget be forgotten
gasped
removed
conjured
illuminated
withdrew
magnified
denied
dichotomous
monotonous
tassel of color and color
necklace of worries?
pop

trembling thoughts/trembling with

the wrinkles in the foil
deep breath of wisdom to help me deal with situation
achieve still mind
stagnant thoughts, that for once, content, stayed put. no longer needing to show off, their ease/comfort relaxed my mind

That's all for today..

In honor of The-Girl-Who-Used-To-Live-Down-My-Hall!

C'est La Vie!
Life is Beautiful! :)!

And I leave you with a few of my favorite quotes to ponder:

"A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires."
— Paulo Coelho

"Nothing in the world is ever completely wrong. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day."
— Paulo Coelho (Brida)

"And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."
— Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)

"Haven't you learned anything, not even with the approach of death? Stop thinking all the time that you're in the way, that you're bothering the person next to you. If people don't like it, they can complain. And if they don't have the courage to complain, that's their problem"
— Paulo Coelho (Veronika Decides to Die)

"We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body."
— Paulo Coelho (The Pilgrimage)

"It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path."
— Paulo Coelho (The Alchemist)

“Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”
― Mark Twain

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein

“We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
― Anaïs Nin

“May you live every day of your life.”
― Jonathan Swift

“You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

“Live to the point of tears.”
― Albert Camus

“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
― Dr. Seuss, Happy Birthday to You!

“Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Everything you can imagine is real.”
― Pablo Picasso

“Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.”
― Markus Zusak, I Am the Messenger

“People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto