Aquiescence
Man, what a way to bring you back. I chewed the eraser on a
pencil, thinking myself to look educated in my state of deep
thought. The poignant tune on the radio threw a nostalgic feeling
in the air, one which wouldn't disappear no matter how intense my
rational thinking was. A smile. It graced my face for a
fleeting moment. Time. It passed like an autumn leaf in the
breeze. The people who tried to capture that leaf were left
stunned as it crumbled away in their hands. Do you remember the
past? That time when you knew nothing of reality and the
world? Before it all fell apart in your eyes? When did I
become so grim? I don't remember a specific moment. I've
always been quite the serious little twit. When it comes to
certain things however, I think that seriousness fails. And the
serious leads you to the brink of madness. With the people who
are grim for so long, they lie so close to the breaking edge. If
you fall there, its a rather long fall. One that is quite deep
too. Like sinking into the ocean. People are strange like
that. You find all kinds. Stereotypes that once held up
don't really matter. When you've spent a good deal of time with a
person, there is no possible route to still hold up that stereotype,
unless you live in delusions. For even though a person may fit a
description, little discrepancies change. I lightly tossed the
pencil against the wall to have it bounce back dangerously at me.
Reaching over to pick up the pencil, laying carelessly on the floor
beside me, a book caught my eye. The faded lettering was a tad
cliche, and the slightly torn red binding. With a deft move, I
picked it off of the shelf and into my awaiting lap.
