Everything went by quickly, the forest was just a blur on the other side of the window.
Her earphones blasted music she wasn't really listening to. She just needed something to block out the rest of the world and leave her alone with the existential part of her mind.
The forest was an hour ago. She had already listened to 35 songs, but who was counting when you had life to think about?
There were a million thoughts rushing through her head; she wondered about the origin of all of the restaurant and diner names she saw, she thought about the colors of walls of houses and buildings, about humans, about life, the universe, anything and everything. She just thought.
She didn't like to drive because she had to focus, something that was near impossible when she was in a car.
Back home, at school or pretty much anywhere she went there were voices, people, advertisings, distractions. The whole world was a distraction she was trapped in. Half the time, she didn't mind, but came a time when she just wanted to pop out of her body and run deep into a forest, where the ground, covered with leaves and trapped humidity, would sink gently beneath the weight of her body. She wanted to hear the voice in her head against the quiet of the unperturbed natural sanctuaries where bulldozers and cement had not yet opaqued the landscape.
She didn't belong in the suburbs, with all those clone houses with their trimmed grass and SUVs, where the only way to tell everything apart is the colors. Everything was too controlled, too perfect, too engineered; it was unnatural and it made her sick.
Roadtrips were her scapegoats. She didn't talk, she didn't listen and she didn't have to feel her stomach acid crawling back up her throat, she didn't bite her nails nor did she want to hurt herself; she momentarily forgot about the lack of courage that kept her from running away from that bleak, commercial and hypocritical life she had.
Photo:
http://flickr.com/photos/lostmodern/128469766/
Her earphones blasted music she wasn't really listening to. She just needed something to block out the rest of the world and leave her alone with the existential part of her mind.
The forest was an hour ago. She had already listened to 35 songs, but who was counting when you had life to think about?
There were a million thoughts rushing through her head; she wondered about the origin of all of the restaurant and diner names she saw, she thought about the colors of walls of houses and buildings, about humans, about life, the universe, anything and everything. She just thought.
She didn't like to drive because she had to focus, something that was near impossible when she was in a car.
Back home, at school or pretty much anywhere she went there were voices, people, advertisings, distractions. The whole world was a distraction she was trapped in. Half the time, she didn't mind, but came a time when she just wanted to pop out of her body and run deep into a forest, where the ground, covered with leaves and trapped humidity, would sink gently beneath the weight of her body. She wanted to hear the voice in her head against the quiet of the unperturbed natural sanctuaries where bulldozers and cement had not yet opaqued the landscape.
She didn't belong in the suburbs, with all those clone houses with their trimmed grass and SUVs, where the only way to tell everything apart is the colors. Everything was too controlled, too perfect, too engineered; it was unnatural and it made her sick.
Roadtrips were her scapegoats. She didn't talk, she didn't listen and she didn't have to feel her stomach acid crawling back up her throat, she didn't bite her nails nor did she want to hurt herself; she momentarily forgot about the lack of courage that kept her from running away from that bleak, commercial and hypocritical life she had.
Photo:
http://flickr.com/photos/lostmodern/128469766/
2 comments:
Oh my gosh! This was really REALLY good! I liked it very much! You should go on writing things such as this! I like your writing style! something about it, is just interesting to me. Very good job! Keep it up!
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i love your writing. especially this one, its the best one thing ive seen in awhile.
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