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Wales. Sunny, for the first time when I've been here. Ironic, with the essence of death in the air. Death. The word usually doesn't mean anything to me nowadays, with the news and all. But it'll mean something to me this time.
The prayers have been said, the candles lit and the silence broken. My peers start to stir, and people go outside. "Calm Activities", the leaders say. Hair Braiding for the girls and footie for the boys sounds more likely. But I'm surprised to see kids like me, just running around, laughing and living their lives. Just what I'd be doing normally. But I see something in the distance and go straight to it, without a good-bye to my friends.
Benches. One has leaders sitting there, playing and singing music. It adds to the essence. One has a simple group of friends, just having a chat. It adds to the essence. One has writers and artists, who spill their emotions onto paper. It adds to the essence. I walk on forward, and stare at the sea, to reflect on things. I'm hoping it adds to the essence.
The sea looks beautiful. I'd always thought that. But with the clouds gone away, I can see more. Mountains beyond the horizon. Waves in the distance. And the- "Hey", a voice says. A leader's sitting right next to me. Free world. "Y'alright?"
"Yeah. Brilliant", I say. At least it's the truth, for once.
He makes small talk, says what I thought he would, and adds that it's lunch soon. How long have I been out here? He leaves, and I'm soon to follow.
Slowly, I look at this world around me. It's beautiful. All I need is music to my ears and a mind to think this out in, to live life. I don't need paper and pen, but I'll use them later, for a change. Change is good, remember? Tears come to my eyes. About time to, since that same old feeling's been here so long. It would be poetic to say I don't understand them, but it would be a lie. I understand them enough to know that they'll be the happiest tears I have for a long, long time.
I go back to the canteen, where my friends await. There's a seat for me, but I don't take it. Maybe it's time for a change of scene. It might add to the essence.
I write now, 2 hours later. I had been worried that I wouldn't be in the right mood to write it, but I think it'll be days before I'm back to normal. Unless this is what normal should be.
Like this story, life is many things.
Life is a lie.
Life is a cliche.
Damn, life is good.
I hope I enjoy my life.
The music stops, and the piece is over.
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I wrote this almost 2 weeks ago, when I was on a Jewish camp. It was on the day we were told about a suicide bomb in Jerusalem. I wasn't sure whether to post this at first, because looking back on it, it seemed to be not entirely true. But it was the first time I'd written something like this on paper, so it must have some meaning to it.
Thanks for reading (if you did.....)
'Dini
The prayers have been said, the candles lit and the silence broken. My peers start to stir, and people go outside. "Calm Activities", the leaders say. Hair Braiding for the girls and footie for the boys sounds more likely. But I'm surprised to see kids like me, just running around, laughing and living their lives. Just what I'd be doing normally. But I see something in the distance and go straight to it, without a good-bye to my friends.
Benches. One has leaders sitting there, playing and singing music. It adds to the essence. One has a simple group of friends, just having a chat. It adds to the essence. One has writers and artists, who spill their emotions onto paper. It adds to the essence. I walk on forward, and stare at the sea, to reflect on things. I'm hoping it adds to the essence.
The sea looks beautiful. I'd always thought that. But with the clouds gone away, I can see more. Mountains beyond the horizon. Waves in the distance. And the- "Hey", a voice says. A leader's sitting right next to me. Free world. "Y'alright?"
"Yeah. Brilliant", I say. At least it's the truth, for once.
He makes small talk, says what I thought he would, and adds that it's lunch soon. How long have I been out here? He leaves, and I'm soon to follow.
Slowly, I look at this world around me. It's beautiful. All I need is music to my ears and a mind to think this out in, to live life. I don't need paper and pen, but I'll use them later, for a change. Change is good, remember? Tears come to my eyes. About time to, since that same old feeling's been here so long. It would be poetic to say I don't understand them, but it would be a lie. I understand them enough to know that they'll be the happiest tears I have for a long, long time.
I go back to the canteen, where my friends await. There's a seat for me, but I don't take it. Maybe it's time for a change of scene. It might add to the essence.
I write now, 2 hours later. I had been worried that I wouldn't be in the right mood to write it, but I think it'll be days before I'm back to normal. Unless this is what normal should be.
Like this story, life is many things.
Life is a lie.
Life is a cliche.
Damn, life is good.
I hope I enjoy my life.
The music stops, and the piece is over.
---------------
I wrote this almost 2 weeks ago, when I was on a Jewish camp. It was on the day we were told about a suicide bomb in Jerusalem. I wasn't sure whether to post this at first, because looking back on it, it seemed to be not entirely true. But it was the first time I'd written something like this on paper, so it must have some meaning to it.
Thanks for reading (if you did.....)
'Dini
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Wales. Sunny, for the first time when I've been here. Ironic, with the essence of death in the air. Death. The word usually doesn't mean anything to me nowadays, with the news and all. But it'll mean something to me this time.
The prayers have been said, the candles lit and the silence broken. My peers start to stir, and people go outside. "Calm Activities", the leaders say. Hair Braiding for the girls and footie for the boys sounds more likely. But I'm surprised to see kids like me, just running around, laughing and living their lives. Just what I'd be doing normally. But I see something in the distance and go straight to it, without a good-bye to my friends.
Benches. One has leaders sitting there, playing and singing music. It adds to the essence. One has a simple group of friends, just having a chat. It adds to the essence. One has writers and artists, who spill their emotions onto paper. It adds to the essence. I walk on forward, and stare at the sea, to reflect on things. I'm hoping it adds to the essence.
The sea looks beautiful. I'd always thought that. But with the clouds gone away, I can see more. Mountains beyond the horizon. Waves in the distance. And the- "Hey", a voice says. A leader's sitting right next to me. Free world. "Y'alright?"
"Yeah. Brilliant", I say. At least it's the truth, for once.
He makes small talk, says what I thought he would, and adds that it's lunch soon. How long have I been out here? He leaves, and I'm soon to follow.
Slowly, I look at this world around me. It's beautiful. All I need is music to my ears and a mind to think this out in, to live life. I don't need paper and pen, but I'll use them later, for a change. Change is good, remember? Tears come to my eyes. About time to, since that same old feeling's been here so long. It would be poetic to say I don't understand them, but it would be a lie. I understand them enough to know that they'll be the happiest tears I have for a long, long time.
I go back to the canteen, where my friends await. There's a seat for me, but I don't take it. Maybe it's time for a change of scene. It might add to the essence.
I write now, 2 hours later. I had been worried that I wouldn't be in the right mood to write it, but I think it'll be days before I'm back to normal. Unless this is what normal should be.
Like this story, life is many things.
Life is a lie.
Life is a cliche.
Damn, life is good.
I hope I enjoy my life.
The music stops, and the piece is over.
---------------
I wrote this almost 2 weeks ago, when I was on a Jewish camp. It was on the day we were told about a suicide bomb in Jerusalem. I wasn't sure whether to post this at first, because looking back on it, it seemed to be not entirely true. But it was the first time I'd written something like this on paper, so it must have some meaning to it.
Thanks for reading (if you did.....)
'Dini
The prayers have been said, the candles lit and the silence broken. My peers start to stir, and people go outside. "Calm Activities", the leaders say. Hair Braiding for the girls and footie for the boys sounds more likely. But I'm surprised to see kids like me, just running around, laughing and living their lives. Just what I'd be doing normally. But I see something in the distance and go straight to it, without a good-bye to my friends.
Benches. One has leaders sitting there, playing and singing music. It adds to the essence. One has a simple group of friends, just having a chat. It adds to the essence. One has writers and artists, who spill their emotions onto paper. It adds to the essence. I walk on forward, and stare at the sea, to reflect on things. I'm hoping it adds to the essence.
The sea looks beautiful. I'd always thought that. But with the clouds gone away, I can see more. Mountains beyond the horizon. Waves in the distance. And the- "Hey", a voice says. A leader's sitting right next to me. Free world. "Y'alright?"
"Yeah. Brilliant", I say. At least it's the truth, for once.
He makes small talk, says what I thought he would, and adds that it's lunch soon. How long have I been out here? He leaves, and I'm soon to follow.
Slowly, I look at this world around me. It's beautiful. All I need is music to my ears and a mind to think this out in, to live life. I don't need paper and pen, but I'll use them later, for a change. Change is good, remember? Tears come to my eyes. About time to, since that same old feeling's been here so long. It would be poetic to say I don't understand them, but it would be a lie. I understand them enough to know that they'll be the happiest tears I have for a long, long time.
I go back to the canteen, where my friends await. There's a seat for me, but I don't take it. Maybe it's time for a change of scene. It might add to the essence.
I write now, 2 hours later. I had been worried that I wouldn't be in the right mood to write it, but I think it'll be days before I'm back to normal. Unless this is what normal should be.
Like this story, life is many things.
Life is a lie.
Life is a cliche.
Damn, life is good.
I hope I enjoy my life.
The music stops, and the piece is over.
---------------
I wrote this almost 2 weeks ago, when I was on a Jewish camp. It was on the day we were told about a suicide bomb in Jerusalem. I wasn't sure whether to post this at first, because looking back on it, it seemed to be not entirely true. But it was the first time I'd written something like this on paper, so it must have some meaning to it.
Thanks for reading (if you did.....)
'Dini