Sometimes I think I do not like life. Sometimes I think I want something different. I destroy all I know to begin again. I want to forsake and forget everything and everyone, including myself. I want a different context for a different journey, for a different passion. I once despised change; now I crave it with every nerve tingling in expectation.
I am let down.
What can I change?
I can change my socks.
I can change my hair.
I can change my toothpaste.
I can change my mind.
I can change my style.
I can change my priorities.
I am a waif, a wisp, a wander, a woman without direction in utter desolation. I am lost in a story far too familiar, too comfortable. Everything remains the same while I mutate.
"I am a waif, a wisp a wander, a woman without direction in utter desolation." -- this line a particularly intriguing, because it could be a typo to say wander instead of wanderer, but on the other hand, it could be the wisp is a-wandering...or that you are a wisp, a wander, a woman. The mere fact that it can be read so many ways makes it stick in my head.
The whole poem is beautifully crafted, but that is my favorite line. :)
I totally understand! Life does get this way, When i was young, i used to get frustrate, and i would have to re-arrange all the furniture in my bed room, just for the fleeting few moments of something new!
Now i just take a walk in the woods and everythings new, since it always changes!
This was a lovely layout, and it possessed a ponderment that many of us go through.
When you feel that your surrounding no longer are right, it is not you out of place, it is the surroundings. Just change them. Get in the car and go... Someplace new! :)
Good Write! :)
Wow, this is really interesting. You take something done over a hundred times and make it brand new, sparkling and fantastic. I like this line the best:
Reminds me of trying to fir a square peg in a round hole... no not really but still. Excellent work. I can feel all the emotions that are being put out there and I understand completely how monotonous things can get. Great job and keep up the good work!
I loved this. Mostly because it applies to me so much. "I crave it with every nerve tingling in expectation." I never hated change, but that's what wanting it feels like. Change is all I want, to have something different happen. I think you wrote this very well, and was able to portray your emotions accurately. Well done. =]
I can change my socks. (I do, once a day.) I can change my hair. (Twice a week.)I can change my toothpaste. (Once a month.)I can change my mind. (Twenty-seven times a day.)I can change my style. (Never!)I can change my priorities. (I would, but I'll have to prioritize and do that last.)I am a waif, a wisp a wander, a woman without direction in utter desolation. I am lost in a story far too familiar, too comfortable. Everything remains the same while I mutate. C'est la vie, Sde. Great stuff - may your ever-changing ways always stay the same, hehe.
"I am a waif, a wisp a wander, a woman without direction in utter desolation." -- this line a particularly intriguing, because it could be a typo to say wander instead of wanderer, but on the other hand, it could be the wisp is a-wandering...or that you are a wisp, a wander, a woman. The mere fact that it can be read so many ways makes it stick in my head.
The whole poem is beautifully crafted, but that is my favorite line. :)
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