Sidewalks

It’s all been created for you. All you have to do is be a part of it,walk on the sidewalks and consume the world.

Have you ever felt like you were watching a movie instead of playing a part?That you were reading a book and that everything you are and everything you see is something that isn’t yours. There are moments, when I can feel so detached that the world seems to play out like shadow puppets, things that lose meaning in the dark.

The only meanings we have are the ones we create.

In the objectivity of detachment there are certain things that you can see, temporarily blinded by passion or reason.

We are rarely ever rational, rarely if ever assured of anything. We can accept things, believe them even, but when you chose to fall, you’ll fall on the familiar

.Change is hard because it is rational. You breathe and nothings the same. It’s all around you moulding new circumstances, renewing the old. And yet it will still ripple though you when the clock keeps ticking. I used to think it was change I was waiting for and I was wrong. It passes by and pulls me along with it, undulating with every heart beat, monitored by every neural impulse.

No, I’m waiting for it. What it is I’m not too sure. I just know it’s coming. I don’t know if it will change me, break me, make me; I just know I’ve gone too long without it. I’ve long held a belief that things eventually stumble into place. We guide them the way we guide the inebriated, eventually forcing them into convenient places. This time I think I’ll just let it fall.

- Yasietha