Dreaming… if only dreaming could make dreams come true.
I watch the trees swirl in the wind through the library windows, as I type on the computer. I think of how cool it is, when it brushes its mercury kisses on my skin. As music tip toes in my head from the Ipod shuffle attatched to my hip.
I remember days of sitting at this very computer, madly typing away at essays, research articles, homework assignments. Expunging all that I had to endure the classes, the stepping stones leading me to my college graduation. I remember working so hard, blindly. The days of treading through bundles of snow and chaotic storms just to reach my classroom, sniffling from a cold I had caught from the dorm I lived in.
But now that I’m done… now that the puppet parade has reached it’s closing performance…
I sigh, closing my eyes. Thinking about the internships, writing for the school newspaper, building a resume of a year’s worth of magazine writing for a local publication… my parents sitting in front of me at a restaraunt telling me very assertively, “Stephanie, you have to get a job.”
The wind keeps blowing silently outside, the branches of the trees creating a ballet of loose tornados. As I sit here at the computer, in the calm after the storm, all I want to do is run away. I don’t want to work for anyone. I don’t want to do anything but travel, backpack, see the world. Document, videotape, take pictures. Write.
My thoughts zip to the rainforests of Brazil, into the meadows of Iceland and through the water canals of Venice. Colors spiral in lightning speed, tans, azule, lemon green, reds of a sunset. I see time as just a concept floating listlessly in the starry universe, and then there’s me of a different life -shining in the golden rays of the sun, with smile crinkles in the corners of my eyes, laughing wildly.
And now I’m back at my desk, positioned in front of the window. Students surrounding me. My life at a stand still. Knowing that I’m going to need to figure out something soon. Knowing that I’m hanging on a thread and time is ticking.
Dreaming… if only dreaming could make dreams come true.