7-18

Im watching the lights pass me by in store windows while listening to the summer we went west. The beats, the rhythms, the melodies, all play in my head while im traveling back to a place I call home. I see people trying to make a living, I see people who are living, I see myself in the mirror and see nothing but a girl on the verge of finding something more than herself. Shes finding the secrets of the past, future, and present. The freeway holds a shortcut to our destinations but it will never hold a shortcut to our destinys. The trees are swaying along with the wind and my hair is flying around me creating a blindfold. I think about the people in my life and how they play a part in my life like a minor role in a musical. They are barely noticed but they help create the plot. I see the city lights from above and I know that I am happy.. They flicker and I am reminded of the person who creates a feeling of overwhelming happines in me. Where did you come from? Why are you here? When will you leave? I see the picture in my head of me and you laying together doing nothing but communicating in a language that noone else could understand. The sounds of our words being dressed by our voices, and the movements of our bodies all create a small portion of a big picture. The picture isn't finished, oh no, not yet. I breathe in the air, forgetting about the pollution. I breathe in the air forgetting about our troubles. I breathe in the air and appreciate what the world holds for me. I'm no longer like the rest. I am apart of the people who see beyond our everyday surroundings. Will you call us artists? Will you call us the forgotten? Will you call us real? I am only what I was meant to be. I am allyson and I will no longer be portrayed by your superfluous names and awkward symbols that only play a part in the book of people. Forget me. Forget my past. You will forever live in names and symbols but I wil venture beyond these boundaries. I will create a world far away from yours and history will begin right where we left off. But, we will not be biased, we will be educated. We have stopped but this isn't a miniscule journey. It's funny how my journey plays into yours. Maybe while reading this, I am leading you through another path. Maybe looking at pictures of my family will lead you to my path and we will meet up and learn from eachother. Who knows? I wont die without changing at least one persons path, and neither will you. I'm going to stop now because my thoughts are becoming to intricate and detailed like that of a painting that sits under a museum light. But maybe someday you will be able to pick out every color and stroke. And ill be standing next to you, smiling, ready to guided you to the next painting and holding your hand along the way. Until then I'll let you read whats on my mind, and that will be good enough. It will forever be good enough.