Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Almost 100 Words: Take Me Home

At the peak of autumn they took form and marvelous color. They fell from the trees, fluttering like a magical sign of good things to come. Now, beneath my feet they crunch, dissipating like the joy I felt for such a time of year.

I look up and see the warm sun staring back at me. Browning leaves should not be followed by warm weather.

Take me home where I am paralyzed by a chill. Take me home where things always make sense.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Were I Blind

My feet criss over the lines on the crosswalks; I take the same paths every day. This walk is second-nature. Were I blind, a subjective part of me believes I could manage fine.

Deafened by the track playing loudly in my ears to block out the traffic and sounds of unfamiliar voices--and those familiar I would rather avoid today--I soak in every word and line. Were I blind, even such an ailment could not stop me from understanding the tactility of their words. I feel through them each day; each rise of a new sun bringing them new meaning.

Ten thousand words swarm around my head
Ten million more in books written beneath my bed
I wrote or read them all when searchin' in the swarms
Still can't find out how to hold my hands

And I know you need me in the next room over
But I am stuck in here all paralyzed
For months I got myself in ruts
Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls

Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about
Ain't it like most people? I'm no different
We love to talk on things we don't know about

The irony rings against my eardrums: I am blind. I follow the lines and cracks in the road and sidewalk blindly. I ignore the world behind me as I follow my routine. And amidst my meandering which often just leads me back to my hallowed dormitory hall, I manage to miss something even more important: the change of time.

Graced with the chance to see the world firsthand, I rarely use the privilege.

I look up at the leaves and notice them: red, yellow, and some brown--they are ready for winter to come. I am ready for winter even more. I noticed it all just in time.

Some people live for the prospect of seeing the world. I live for the world around me I have already seen--the blessings already given to me (nature and nurture), and the beauty found in those who have stood by me.

If I were to ever become blind, I could live off of these memories alone.

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Today I explored the creek by campus with my suite-mate Jessica.