I Can’t Dance and I don’t Want to be Part of your Revolution
Posted in Blog by: LottieToday things feel awkward, a little heavier than than they should.
The juxtaposition of the tracks makes me sad. One man digging his ball out of the sand while the other rattled the widget for the last drop of comfort.
The ache in my feet reminds me of the socks I didn’t wear inside my boots.
The drizzle turns the ink of my newspaper to tears and it cries for the senseless tragedies of it’s pages.
My presence in a dreary humid Bray reminds me of the home I left for over four hours ago.
The delayed buses all arrive at once and in the scramble I spill my change onto the ground. My finger narrowly escapes severance. I think of my car, warm and comfortable and at home.
The once bright, smiling, golden boy who would wave to me on the school bus stands at the traffic lights. Unsmiling. Unwaving. It reminds me that nothing good ever lasts too long.
The flashing battery light on my phone reminds me of the calls I have to make. The calls I don’t want to make.
A short simple text tugs on my chest and reminds me of the friend I miss.
The obese woman moving towards me sits down, crushing my leg and I give the devil on my shoulder the all clear.
But as we pull away, I caught his eye and smiled and all at once he waved back in reply and all was golden again.
March 12th, 2009 at 8:49 am
that was yum.
sad and warm and pretty and true
Elf.
March 12th, 2009 at 9:10 am
Beautiful and a little sad. But lovely
March 12th, 2009 at 5:54 pm
I do love these kind of posts. Good work Lottie.
March 12th, 2009 at 11:35 pm
A smile can drown a thousand frowns.
March 13th, 2009 at 9:45 am
It was just one of those days, you know the type where you get angry at inanimate objects? I really needed that smile.