Unity.

Earlier:

Tonight I'm reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'm at work and its cold. There is a blower in the ceiling, when its on it pours cold air on me in waves. The book is making my mind wander. It wanders. Its like me, in a book. Its like someone knew me or was me and wrote it all down and change my name to Charlie and my gender to male-- for protection. There are some parts of the book so far that have made me gasp and my eyes well up with tears. It is that good.
I texted my friend Adm to see if he's read it. There are parts that seem like him as well. He hasn't, I recommended that he should.
I think in some way, as strange as it may sound, words (and stories) get me kind of high. That altered way your mind feels so open. Thoughts branch like vein cracks after you puncture a sheet of ice. There are so many directions to go and if you could catch them all and display them in a bell jar you would have something pure and beautiful. Something random but so right.
This excerpt is something that caught me totally off guard-- I gasped audibly:

All the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs
you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to
you is pretty to other people.

It made me gasp because of this, something I wrote this summer when life was feel so "done," I wrote this before I had even heard of the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower:

salt tinged skin
nostalgia laced sentiment
summer heat
dries
emotions
like condensation
on the side walk
a puddle
slowly
shrinking
in the swelter
of 100 plus.
and i'm 100 percent
sure
its all been done before
and every little thing
reminds me of
something else
some other time
some other place
some other
person.
and every song that plays
sings of
some other song
some
other moment
some other feeling
of invincibility.
but we all cry
and
even superman dies
and after summer comes fall.
and it all starts
again.
[Monday, July 31, 2006]

I have to write a literary review about this book. Eight pages, due tomorrow/today by 1:3opm. I have bad time management and organizational skills.

Later:

There is a meteor shower tonight. I wanted so badly to watch the stars fall from the sky. Josh and I had discussed watching it together, but neither of us got much sleep the previous night and he has to work in the morning and I have my (final) paper due. Earlier though, after stopping to see Josh for a bit I drove home. I parked my car across from my house and stood in the middle of the street with my neck craned to the sky. I said to myself (and honestly to the Omnipotent), "Just let me see one." And do you know what happened? Moments later a bright white light shot through the sky and I laughed out loud. I laughed and I knew He took His finger and ever so gently flicked an orb of light from its place in the heavens. He did that just for me. I just know it. Honestly.

Comments

[Breanne]

Oh, how I miss you!

[Tina]

I used to love that book in high school. I still have it buried around here somewhere. Listen to the song by The Smiths that Charlie talks about ("Asleep") while you're still feeling high from the book.

The good thing about writing a paper on the book is that it is an incredibly fast read. And papers are always more fun if you like what you're writing about.