i am beginning to believe that things are better this way. and that springtime really is as ravishing alone as it is with others. because flowers still bloom. and trees still grow. and the sky is the purest blue. the quiet nature in which everything changes is like a secret that everyone can see but no one can hear. soon school will be out and it will be summer again. but first there is choir tour. finals. notes. juries. papers. a few premature beach days (fingers crossed). yes, aloneness is not what many assume it to be. it neither equates loneliness nor boredom.
to be alone flings wide every window.
the fresh air cannot help but rush in.
loose fixtures will rattle. shake. maybe, crash towards the ground.
dust will billow and choke and upset allergies.
papers once neatly stacked, organized, and labeled will be in disarray.
but the stuffiness of life
- a fly who has ungraciously overstayed his welcome -
will be shooed out.
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