September 23, 2008

  • I looked uncertainly at my draft. I peered up to see her twirling in some random circle and singing at random points of time.

    I shook my head and looked back at what I had created again. I sighed. "Would you sit still for a moment?" I asked, glancing only briefly up from my paper.

    "Why?" she asked breathlessly, despite her consistant motions. I looked up impatiently to see her get caught by the sunlight. I shielded my eyes as it filtered around her, looking away.

    "This paper sucks, is why, and it's not getting any better with you dancing and bouncing around every two seconds," I told her roughly, sifting through the notes I had strewn over the grass.

    "Psh, that's no fun," she told me in almost too cheery a voice; she seemed to be putting it on for my sake, if anything.

    "Didn't you have somewhere to be?" I sighed, giving up.

    "Yeah, but I canceled because you said you needed help with this," she responded simply. "Now," she started; I looked up to see her placing both hands on her hips as she pushed the remaining dark brown strands of hair that hadn't been caught by the pony tail behind an ear.

    "No," I grumbled, snatching up the papers from the ground. "No 'now'. I'm clearly a crappy writer and I don't even know why I bothered to volunteer. So forget it: done."

    She sighed and slumped onto her legs, looking at me straightly. "You took think because of all those reasons you were adamently explaining to me earlier in class today, all those things you believe in; you want others to see it too," she stated with that continued simplicity.

    I looked at the crumpling sheets. "So much to say, so much to organize, so much to write," I muttered.

    "So write!" she exclaimed, flying to her feet, spinning, and halting at facing me with the widest of smiles. "Write because no one is watching!" She smiled knowingly and said, "And write because they should be."

    XXX

    Despite it's specificity, the message should be taken at a general level, for anyone.