Saturday, December 20, 2008

superpowers in not so super humans

If you had one, what would it be? To fly? To have laser vision? Maybe you really just want to be able to turn back time.

What about things that aren't so absurd, being able to type 100 wpm, never having a bad hair day, being able to play the piano like Beethoven.

And me? I can read minds. Not every mind or every thought, but I can tell how people think. I know what those looks mean, what your eyes are trying to hide. I know why you don't want me to come. I know why you invite me with no intention of a real invitation. At least, I know why you think you do these things. Telling the truth is not my power.

I stumbled across an old recollection of mine, I went back, years and years. I scanned through my own thoughts and I remembered the feelings. The old bog that pulled on everything. The corners of my mouth, my heart, dragging everything under. But then the old familiar songs came back and all the old loves, all the old things that used to be love. What happened to it, what happened to me, why can I only remember happiness with pain?

And I'm reading his thoughts again. From a hundred miles away I can still hear it, from ten thousand miles away I have always known those thoughts. But this time they aren't mine anymore.

The snow isn't as cold when you think about it, there are much colder things. Colder people. Colder nights. Colder thoughts.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Finally Finals

Semesters come, and semester go. Sunrises dawn and sunsets fade. And no matter how excited we to begin them, full of life, excitement, and new plans, there's always a sense of excitement and anticipation to finish them. Like closing a novel you've been reading for four months. It doesn't matter how good it was, you want to complete it.

Over. Over. Over.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Things we really aren't

Tell me about yourself. No, what would you know, really, few people know themselves really well enough to be able to tell me who they are. But I'm sure you can tell me who you aren't. Let me start. I am not:

  • Elvis Presley. This is self evident if you've ever seen me on the dance floor, I can wiggle and jiggle just as good as a bowl of jell-O but I will never be able to have those beautiful blue eyes or those hips, oh Lord love a duck, how I want those hips
  • very tall- this is emphasized by everyone else
  • a ballerina- refer to number one
  • an airline pilot
  • a guru
  • Asian
  • very skinny
  • homeless
  • unemployed
  • a boy
  • originally from Utah
  • African American
  • a brunette (am I?)