“Oh world, how funny you are,” said she with the deadpan face. Pages stricken with hunger yearned for words, as she coldly brushed her fingers over the sheets stacked sky-high; they were homeless in their own right.
“I swear I am not dead. Well, not yet, anyway.”
Sighing, she got up from her seat, and in one oddly graceful hop, found herself at the other end of her room, staring at a pile of boxes which had gathered months-worth of dust. She flicked the lid of a black box up, watching the dust drift down lazily as though Wordsworth had given it its own bed of thoughts to sail down on.
This pretty much summarises my return home from university. It feels incredibly odd to be at home when I now find myself calling York my home-home and I have to catch myself when talking to make sure I don’t offend my family by suggesting I no longer have ties left in the place where I made quite a lot of, well, childhood memories. I saw some friends today but that was odd, too. I was able to strike up conversation where we had left it those few months ago, but like my friend realised, we were all different people shaped by experiences we had never even seen coming.
Anyway, I realised there has been quite a bit of silence on my part in recent times, perhaps due to the fact that I was quite withdrawn with myself. It’s hard to explain, but in short, I was quite quiet in thought. Perhaps one day I will find the right words. Also, whilst I’m still here, I should add that I saw a sunset on Sunday that definitely had a lasting impression (don’t want to forget it).
Back to the point, I will write more. I think my lack of writing on this blog sort of led to recent events. It’s just nice to have this little thing because a) I really love WordPress, b) I really love writing, and c) I need somewhere where anything goes, and it’s okay to just go with the verbal flow of things. It is pretty liberating knowing I don’t really have to think about phrasing here (although, of course, I’m constantly aware of the implications of all that I say, though perhaps not to a high enough level). All in all, I am half looking forward to the rest of this month, even if it is out of intrigue to see the extent to which I even write anything on here, and indeed, what I even see fit to add to this weird little sphere of words and spilt thoughts.
Happy 10th December, world, although I’m sure lots of bad things happened today. But, “good” things probably happened too, so it’s okay.
Either way, good vs. bad is an odd concept.
And if you haven’t noticed, I’ll sign off by telling you that yes, I perhaps overuse the word “odd”‘; no, it’s not my favourite word, but yes, it is indeed one of those words to me that encompasses everything I have ever meant in life, with pure gusto and meaning.