This is it. The end of a semester. Of my art class, of the regular walking paths, of sitting with the people that I can discuss abortion and drugs with. The end of alot, but the beginning of a new semester, and of winter break, and of being done stressing for two whole weeks. Bittersweet. I had my last day of french, orchestra, bio, and art. Well, of that semester and class, anyway. Yoo-hoo.
My poem-a-day is going well, and I get new ideas every day....
I'm trailing off. There's nothing interesting to say, to blog about.
Have you ever noticed how fabric makes the most beautiful sounds? Rustling and calling, whispering and crying out. It's amazing. It's cloth, but we were watching a movie in AP world today, and the fabric rustling was so loud and it was so perfect. Fabric tales. I'm a bit crazy, but if you take time to listen to everything. Sit on the bus without an ipod, walk through the halls without talking. Just shhhh and listen. You'll be surprised at what you hear. Like that gravel crunching or your shoes squeaking, or even the air speaking. Or maybe it's just me.
This is such a beautiful post. I was thinking the same thing today out walking my dog when i acidently stood on my headphones (I managed not to weep...)but while continuing the walk I realised how much I've been missing out on!The birds, sound of the river, my feet crunching through snow. Theres so many layers of beauty I think it often taken for granted.
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