it was 4 minutes to midnight. we all rushed outside, for some reason. to hear how many people make noice when the clock strikes. i went along, it sounded fun. it took 4 minutes to get our winter wear on, me and my sister sat outside waiting, talking, laughing. somewhere in the distance i heard a pop. barely audible over our words. but i heard it and i knew what it meant. this year was over. when it struck i kissed the sky because i figured it was close enough.
I feel like somewhere along my life there was a shift. Suddenly nothing was for fun any more, it was all necessary. Suddenly I'm bothering with what others think, afraid to link any connotations I deem negative to my being. Why do I care what people I've never met, who'll forget they ever saw me, think of me; this obscure stranger in their peripherals. It's a warped sense of mind and place, seeing the space around me in my mind's made up ways. So I stray away from everyone, isolating myself unwittingly, turning them against me. Self fulfilling prophecies, I succeed in creating this reality. I need to break free from my mind's mentalities, with which negativity has propelled me. So I've started a new sport. I call it neighborhood night dancing. Donning headphones and heading out alone to the empty streets as the city sleeps, and moving to the beat. Letting it compel me towards a freedom long gone missing. Letting go is an art. Complete release is a tough ...
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