Ironically written just a minute ago while I have a research report due tomorrow and have not started!
Get me out of here,
My eyes don’t see anything.
When I said I wanted to create
this is not what I meant.
The amount of time guiltily wasted
yet still goes more enjoyed.
Doing all the things I didn’t want to do,
to avoid the thing I hate most.
You judge us on this ability
that you force us to spit out.
How can this be a true sign of talent or skill
If it’s done
The strangers you walk past everyday
are all complex human beings.
With pasts and futures,
life experiences and places to go,
and wondrous triumphs.
But you walk past them everyday
You glance at them
and forget them forever.
Someone you now hold close
was one of them,
just like you are
to a million other people;
– a stranger.
She looks past her desktop screensaver
to a better life –
Last night’s rain
clinging lumpy brown mud to her fading red gumboots,
the guilty pleasure of hearing the sludge,
squishing and squirming
at every step.
Still squinting through her sunglasses
from the glaring sun reflecting tenfold off the metal poles
that held up the shade for the Mix Up tent stage.
chasing the sound of sweet melodies and tuning guitars,
Like curious dogs
following the waft of barbecued meat.
The gathering of sweaty bodies,
Jumping in unison,
the odd accidental elbowing
or landing on someone else’s foot.
Craning her neck above the flower crowns
to watch the lead singer bound off the stage,
And lose his shoe to a crowd surf.
People ambling closer as their sound catches wind
and drifts toward strangers hundreds of metres away.
Gradually losing personal space,
but quickly gaining friends.
She didn’t care
about the zero left in her account,
or her rain-soaked duffel bag
with stale clothes inside.
She didn’t care
for her lack of sleep
or the due dates
awaiting her return.
All she cared about was
the live music,
the exotic food,
this carefree music festival
that was the most convenient getaway
from her so-called ‘life’.
She didn’t know until then
that that was not her life.
This, here –
This is living.