The white box

Looking down, looking up. 

Looking left, looking right. 

Counting from 10 to 1 in my brain. 

Thoughts bursting out from every corner of my heart, 

But I keep my eyes fixed on the pavement. 

I knew it had to go wrong sometime, but not like this. 

Walking into that white box was a mistake, but all I did was smile and get past it. 

You shoved past me, and tried to hurt me with all the strength you have. 

Funny thing is, white means peace. But you never had peace carved in your plan. 

Time was ticking, and I had to leave, but seeing you standing there, with revenge in your eyes, something held me back.

Practical jokes and pranks make me laugh, but having one played on me wasn't a good experience. 

Watching you do this to me didn't scare me, it just drew me away from you. 

So now I walk up to you, and look straight into your eyes. 

Instead of seeing hate or revenge, all I see is jealousy.
I try to make things better, but you do something outrageous. 

Something I never thought you would do. 

I want to laugh at you, and put you down in front of everybody,

but all I can feel in my numb body are my shaky legs, itching to run. 

I dive past the crowd, and break through the white box, out into the real world. 

I run faster than the wind would carry me, 

Until I realize I've been running in a circle.

Looking down, looking up. 

Looking left, looking right. 

Counting from 10 to 1 in my brain. 

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

...0. 

Everything ends at 0, doesn't it?

So I walk back into the white box, knowing that the only thing I can do to solve my problems is to run straight at them. 

White means peace, and two queens can never have two white flags high up in the air. 

But nothing ends without a start.

Chase your dream.

The desert is finally back to how its supposed to be. March is settling in, and time is going by faster than a raindrop racing down the window. Today, I realized how long it has been since I wrote. So i reflected back, looked through folders and folders of things I have written in the past, and I guess I'm writing again :) Not really sure what to write about, but this is an attempt:

She had gone through months and months of pressure, looking at the world through other's eyes, trying to change, yet trying to find herself. Technology was changing faster than the weather, and to take so many changes in, to learn so much was becoming way too much for her. So she took all her books, and locked them away in the waves of the ocean, and decided to follow her dream.

She didn't think a lot. She followed the footsteps of her concience, and believed that whatever happened was for the best. Her brain got distracted like a leaf on a windy day, and her heart was fragile like her mother's eyesight.
Unsure in her mind, determined in her heart, she set off on 26.02.2010.
She lasted through 2 nights of rain, 3 days of walking, and when she reached, she wasn't sure how to feel. Her thoughts seemed to float away with the forces of nature pushing her back.
Her world wasn't about rainbows and butterflies, it was about survival. She had to live for herself, and she felt amazing that she had chosen to do so.

5 hours, she sat on the edge of the highest cliff she had ever seen, thinking, reflecting, and smiling at times where she had thought her life would be the same, forever.
Love. Something distant, something shiny.
Silent, like a peice of sky. So silent that it can say a million words.
Something beautiful. Something she missed.
When the sun started to set, and the wind started to feel like blocks of ice against her dry skin, she decided it was time.
Unhesitant, scared but eager to see what happened, she stood up, and looked down to a vast sea, filled with shockingly white, stratus clouds.
Taking a deep breath, she dove headfirst into the sky.
And she flew.

There are 2 types of people in this world. (Na theres a lot but its a figure of speech), those that think way too much, and spend their life trying to find out about other people, and people that learn to follow their dream, and become who they want to be.
Hmm I should start writing again. Its fun. :] Haha.

-I colori del cielo aren' di t special così quanto l'amore nel mio cuore :)

-All credits to Priya for the amazing picture. :)

Listening to: Snow (Hey Oh) - RHCP
Eating: Bubble gum.
Reading: Like the flowing river - Paulo Coelho.

Aarushi.