stargazers and dynamos
Monday, May 14, 2007
I can dance.
I really can. As a child, I was taught by grandparents (from both paternal and maternal sides) how to cha cha. Yes, that's the repetitive step forward-step backward switacharoo type of dance. It was simple, and I could do it all day long. I could have done something great, like win a contest with my female partner, or even just own 15 seconds worth of camera time, but no, I am shy, so I dance when I am not watched by others. It's died down, this talent for dancing cha cha, and now I'm less coordinated as a rock. But you know, I'd really give up cha cha anytime, just to waltz for another chance. It's a different thing, heck, I may not even have the slightest idea of what a waltz is (all I'm thinking right now are robots and japanese bishies), but I'd do it anyway, just for another chance, another chance for me to shine, another chance for me to shine brightly, bright enough for you to at least a sideways glance. And that's all there is to it.
Everything stolen is the best there is.
I stole candies as a kid, every time we went to the supermarket for groceries. It's not that I knew it was stealing, and it gave me the thrill of getting away with it, no. I always thought the candies that were conveniently put near the cashiers, along with the toothbrushes and batteries of different sizes, were for free. Some sort of "thank you for your patronage, here's your free candy, battery, and toothbrush, please come again" marketing strategy. And it's funny, I think, of the numerous times I've thieved the gumlets and lollies, I always saw a cashier smiling at me. It was more of an encouragement more than a warning for my crime. So I get away with it, happy, and in sugar-induced bliss. There's nothing to it. I've stolen someone else's homework (that is, I copied it without permission), I've stolen someone else's socks and shoes (that is, I wore it without permission), and a lot of other things, but what you didn't know, is that I've already stolen something from you, and it was the best thing I've ever done in my life. It was easy, it was totally out of the moment, it was sleepy time, it was the last thing I would ever do. So sleep, don't wake up like sleeping beauty did, for I am not a prince, nor a frog that would become a prince, I am a wisp of eternal thought, bound by your ethereal manner of feeling. It's like what that song said about a rose, only, I drink blood for the morning after.
Love is not lost, because it is not love if it is lost. You call it a child's stupidity.
smiled at the sun again @ 12:13 PM,
