In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.”
One threaded in moss dreams
Dangling from a teardrop
Let the words drip like dew
Healing and soothing the cracks
Within my stone heart
The tales told from the soul
Tilts on the eyelash
A blink away
Those tales fall inside the iris galaxy
Where sleep becomes a lullaby
For the restless.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Plead the Fifth.”
“What are your plans ahead?” – People.
“I plead the fifth” – Me. *While I’m killing the person 127578th time in my head*
“It’s really tough to survive out there, people will try to run you over” – People.
*sits down next to them and sympathetically looks into their eyes* I don’t care. – Me.
All through life most people cannot wait for a chance to step into the real world- Anticipating the chance to have more fun and more opportunities to do things that were always looked upon as being mature and cool. I’ve incessantly appreciated the idea of not being what people expect me to be. Sometimes I fail to believe so. I can surely blame myself but that’s not it. There’s more. There will always be more. Because people. Well hello? I’m under no obligation to make sense to anyone.
I honestly have no clue about my plans ahead! I’m a pessimist, yes, but that doesn’t make me want to think my life in black and gray. I have painted a picture in my mind which has money, lessons, memories and lots of nutella jars. I don’t know the “how” and “when” but I do know the “why”. Because I know how much I’m asking for. There is a fine line between being concerned and being a pop-up nag.
Pop-up Nags – (n.) People who constantly pop-up in your life with feckless and cyclical questions who generally mistake their imagination with their memory.
Well, I don’t remember how I came up with this word but its close enough. The principle is quite familiar to the word “pop-up ad”. The similarity between “pop-up ads” and “pop-up nags” is that they both are a form of advertisements. Some are advertisements for a good cause but fails to differ (meaning some people who ask just for the sake of asking) while the others are existing just to annoy the human race. What better way to get a person to a specific level than to put advertisement right in their face whether they want it or not? That’s what I think when they ask me about my plans ahead. I’m twenty and there’s just so much to think. How can I manage to encapsulate all my thoughts and queries about my future in few sentences? I have so much to learn yet and I cannot wait to face my challenges and fail in some, because that is my contemporary plan and I’m sticking to it.
So that’s THAT!
Is that too much for pleading the fifth?
Maybe. Maybe not.
P.S – This question really vexes me. So much so that I nearly began to rant about the society, about which I love to criticize. If only I could say “asdfghjkl” in real life.
Have I ever mentioned that I’m a lone wolf? I tend to have a lot of ‘Me-time’ and I usually spend that time by reading a diary of a young girl – Anne Frank. Period. I love her so so much and how! Today’s post include Daily Prompts about Re-springing Your Step which highlights on the last memory when I feel fresh, energized and optimistic.
Anne Frank is my shrink.
I love her too much to not write about her. I wish she was alive and be my best friend. I feel the words she has written and I love the raging spirit in her. In her dark days, she wrote of hope; of how she wanted to be a writer; of how she would never be just another housewife; of how she will treat and bring up her children. She mentions of love and the time she will be able to see the sun and moon and enjoy the beauty of nature again as it is something which nobody can deny her. They are just feelings. Feelings of a 13 year old girl but isn’t it engaging enough? Cut off from the outside world, boredom, the constant cruelties of living in confined quarters, and the ever-present threat of discovery and death is horrifying. Whereas Anne records vivid impressions of her experiences during this period. By turns thoughtful, moving and amusing, her account offers a fascinating commentary on human courage and frailty and a compelling self-portrait of a sensitive and spirited young woman whose promise was tragically cut short.
Who would want to let go of a soul which still gives hope to the living and being to a spirit?
She’s the optimism to my lonesome.