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Self Discovery (Based on AU roleplay)
Jan. 6th, 2008 11:11 pmSome people live in a house on a hill
And they wish they were someplace else
There's nobody there when the evening is still
Secrets with no one to tell
Sometimes Fred didn't understand the world.
For all her learnings and education and the hundred upon hundred of thoughts that seemed content to roost up in the recesses of her mind? For all she'd seen and done and loved and had the rules of the world rewrite themselves right in front of her? Because when she added up all the hurt and loss and blended it with self discovery -- all done with the simple energy of the shivers down her back and up her arms as all the ideas collided?
She still didn't get it.
Because all she knew was when she was lost in Pylea, she would have given almost anything to have someone -- something even -- to talk to that would actually talk back. More importantly, to listen with. The most complicated, wonderful amazing of dances that took two people and four ears and a whole lost of hearing and very little talking. Heck, even more than four ears. She'd learned since then not to judge.
But either way, it's amazing what got said then.
But she got back, and there was all this stuff. Cell phones and chat rooms and internet conferencing and voice mail and billboards and blogs and ...
Why wasn't anyone saying anything.
Why wasn't anyone sharing anything.
She didn't get it.
Her walls did though. Those four lovely walls, with all the room in the world. For her story and her fears and her life. It listened without any ears at all. It wanted to know about the her she was, not was, or was supposed to be. So.... many different Freds.
But only one her. One room.
And it was enough.
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And they wish they were someplace else
There's nobody there when the evening is still
Secrets with no one to tell
Sometimes Fred didn't understand the world.
For all her learnings and education and the hundred upon hundred of thoughts that seemed content to roost up in the recesses of her mind? For all she'd seen and done and loved and had the rules of the world rewrite themselves right in front of her? Because when she added up all the hurt and loss and blended it with self discovery -- all done with the simple energy of the shivers down her back and up her arms as all the ideas collided?
She still didn't get it.
Because all she knew was when she was lost in Pylea, she would have given almost anything to have someone -- something even -- to talk to that would actually talk back. More importantly, to listen with. The most complicated, wonderful amazing of dances that took two people and four ears and a whole lost of hearing and very little talking. Heck, even more than four ears. She'd learned since then not to judge.
But either way, it's amazing what got said then.
But she got back, and there was all this stuff. Cell phones and chat rooms and internet conferencing and voice mail and billboards and blogs and ...
Why wasn't anyone saying anything.
Why wasn't anyone sharing anything.
She didn't get it.
Her walls did though. Those four lovely walls, with all the room in the world. For her story and her fears and her life. It listened without any ears at all. It wanted to know about the her she was, not was, or was supposed to be. So.... many different Freds.
But only one her. One room.
And it was enough.
( Read more... )
