But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their color odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them----
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
I think I have found my new obsession, and that would be Sylvia Plath's poems. I really need to find a book of them. That's also a great Christmas gift *hint to everyone* I am falling in love with this woman's writings. Perhaps it's because I understand everything she writes, and how she feels. She was on the brink of suicide and she was depressed regularly, maybe that could be a good reason why I understand her. Not that I want to go kill myself, but I won't lie and say the thought never crossed my mind. Ok, being to serious right now. Too early for being serious.
Oh, The Laugh. You are too much trouble for me. Maybe I should just stick to the SG. But you are so much more to me than the SG. But I can never tell you, I can't tell anyone. I am stuck in a jar, for all the world to see. The laugh and stare and gawk as the gaze upon me. They never know what is in the jar, the thoughts that ramble and rattle around my head. But I don't think I want people to know, because then that lets people inside the jar. And there is only room for me.
Listening : Nirvana - Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam
Listening : Nirvana - Jesus Doesn't Want Me For A Sunbeam
