Results tagged “whimsical” from Test blog

You're lying on the tarmac. If asked why, you'd answer that it was simply because you could; a willingness to do what you feel inclined to do, as and when you feel it. Nor are you held in check by societal convention -- that poisonous thorn in the side of free expression -- and not, as people are quick to assume, because your perception of it is off, but because you don't put so much weight on things that should be considered trivial.

The same poison is what keeps people from singing out loud on the streets when the songs are just fighting to burst forth; when people do, some will assume that they're nuts and look around for faces to share the joke with, some will change colour, embarrassed because they like it and feel that they shouldn't, and some will smile, both inward and without, and perhaps feel envious at being able to enjoy something they've always wanted to do, but as a spectator.

And so you're lying on the tarmac, less an audience, arms and legs splayed in a personal depiction of Calvary, fingers extended, eyes wide. You lie face down because you get a better sense of feeling, the soft skin of your cheek pressed against the scorched surface of the road, your stomach flattened against warm gravel; you face the West for relief, because although it is yet past noon, the sun is high and the glare of her gaze is unbroken by the drifting threads of cloud. For a while, you vacantly lose yourself in the haze of shimmering air, the odd wetness that hugs the ground wherever a horizon is formed between you and anything in the near distance, and muse that any vehicle happening upon you now would take you for dead.

Except that Arizona is vast, and there are places where you can do odd things on public roads without the likelihood of being observed or judged or driven over for days.

And as you lie there, the only thing you really crave is a garden sprinkler.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

One of the things about him is his lack of willingness to trust people with his heart.
One of the things about her is her lack of willingness to see that some people just can't help themselves.
Neither is at fault, but both exercise an unintentional disservice toward the very essence of loving.

When I'm alone, I don't feel insecure, or feel compelled to worry about anyone else. Being happy becomes less complicated, and comes more easily, which is probably why some of my most poignantly happy moments are borne of my own solitude, with a little atmosphere mixed in to make them memorable.

There are people out there who don't cause catastrophic shifts in that kind of easy field of calm; comfortable people who make the best of any situation, rarely complain in earnest, and who know how to trust. It would be nice to connect with one, but at least I can count a couple amongst my friends; these people make me smile at a moment's thought; would that I could take them into my arms and hold onto them forever.

Someone obviously swallowed more river water this evening than was good for him; that, or it was doped with prozac.