(Poly talking to herself)
By:Shanna
When you are young and you know there is this vast horizon waiting for you, you couldn't help it but stare and gawk as if you're starting to understand what there is to be understood- then you unconsciously sit down on the nearby rock without closing your almost parched lips, not even bothering to lick them- for you just can't. You can't do anything else but sit there like a dumb little kid dropped on her head when she was a kid. You look dumb to any passer-by and to every dog running around yapping for some attention. You can't even say Hi nor Go away for you know there is this line that you simply couldn't cut at the moment. In other words, you are in a very deep concentration and you don't care anymore whether it's your Grandmother walking towards you with a stick or the Minister of magic himself threatening you with his tamed dementor. Then you look up after some intangible digging and wonder how you would explain to them such a phenomenon happening inside your head when you yourself couldn't convince your imaginary friend, because you're just broke to death without the appropriate words for such words were not yet known to men, unless you're just being lazy not bothering to check the dictionary. But how are you supposed to search the dictionary when what you're looking for is the word itself? Should you read every definition there is and decide which definition defines the phenomenon and decide that the word defined sounds right or else you'll be committing the deadly sin of misquoting, I mean semantic error?
By:Shanna
When you are young and you know there is this vast horizon waiting for you, you couldn't help it but stare and gawk as if you're starting to understand what there is to be understood- then you unconsciously sit down on the nearby rock without closing your almost parched lips, not even bothering to lick them- for you just can't. You can't do anything else but sit there like a dumb little kid dropped on her head when she was a kid. You look dumb to any passer-by and to every dog running around yapping for some attention. You can't even say Hi nor Go away for you know there is this line that you simply couldn't cut at the moment. In other words, you are in a very deep concentration and you don't care anymore whether it's your Grandmother walking towards you with a stick or the Minister of magic himself threatening you with his tamed dementor. Then you look up after some intangible digging and wonder how you would explain to them such a phenomenon happening inside your head when you yourself couldn't convince your imaginary friend, because you're just broke to death without the appropriate words for such words were not yet known to men, unless you're just being lazy not bothering to check the dictionary. But how are you supposed to search the dictionary when what you're looking for is the word itself? Should you read every definition there is and decide which definition defines the phenomenon and decide that the word defined sounds right or else you'll be committing the deadly sin of misquoting, I mean semantic error?
So you're nailed right then and there not knowing how tell them that you just can't go home yet to water the plants or feed the scrawny dogs. You can't go on watering the plants when you're just in the unnamed phenomenon where plants are not watered by some dumb little girl. You can't feed the dogs for you simply couldn't understand why do you have to feed the dogs when they could just feed themselves or why does it have to be you? And among these stuffs that strike you to the point of blunt dumbness, there are yet a lot of discombobulating issues hurricaning within your small little head and all you want is more time to think until you couldn't think no more. All you want is to be left alone so that someday you could choose which path to take to explore the horizon but now you couldn't advance in your course for Grandma is ever present with her stick and the Minister of Magic torments you with his dementor and you exclaim oh God in Heaven whose approval matters most to me when can I ever have peace and quiet communion with Thee! Communion it is but not quite. You see- you don't really know what matters most and you don't want to complicate your adventure and trek with loads and loads of unnecessary comforts and discomforts. You just want to simplify it all but you find out that simplifying things can be the most complicated task to accomplish in this hustling busy world. But you don't want to be hustling busy all your life for you know a lot of old folks out there who have been hustling busy all their lives only to find themselves in the same spot when they where fourteen or twenty-two trying to have some quietness in life but their own grandma's hit them with a stick and they had to forget quietness and run for their lives. And so, on and on, people have been running for their dear lives finding themselves when they're dying that in running for their lives they left behind all those precious opportunities to live. Until it is too late.
