Somewhere in March of this year I fell for a boy.
I remember the moment perfectly. After our first kiss, I looked into his eyes and he smiled. That smile. That’s all it took. I fell hard, all at once.
He wasn’t the usual kind of boy, the kind who is inconsistent and shadowy. The kind who plays with your feelings just because he knows he has the power to. And trust, this guy had the power to play with mine.
No, he was nothing like that.
He reverberated life off him, gave everything and everyone he came into contact with more vigor and vitality rather than pulling them down like most people do these days.
But this guy, he was so different and it made me want him, so badly. He’s been mine for a while now but I still want him. Every. Single. Day.
He’s made such an impact on me, he’s changed my life and I doubt he even knows it.
I don’t think he realizes what he does to me.
If you see me walking around with an extra bounce in my step, if you catch me in a moment of silence where it looks like I’m pondering and I smile to myself, if you notice that I am genuinely happier now then I ever was… it’s all his doing. It’s all him.
I have so much to say
But the words refuse to come out
Or maybe they aren’t in me yet
They aren’t formed
Need time to grow.
So I’ll wait,
Until the time is right.
People hate on clouds too much.
This one girl had her nose stuck in story books all day long, and everyone kept telling her that she had her head up in the clouds like it was a bad thing.
Stories reveal so much about our world.
For example, the original oral fairtytale tradition was started as a way to entertain, yes, but it also revealed so many different social issues of the time and some can even relate to today’s world. Look it up. And then the Harry Potter series is probably the best example of how fantasy, fiction, and storytelling can blend perfectly with social issues and therefore teaching its readers the various issues of racism, slavery, “ethnic cleansing”, war, politics, and sexism amongst countless others.
So when this girl was reading these story books, she might have had her head amongst the clouds, but who said clouds don’t have anything to offer? Well, whoever first started that saying “She has her head up in the clouds” and applied a negative connotation to it… is a numbnuts.
I think too much.
Or at least, that’s what everybody’s telling her. But does that stop her? No. She continues to think, to ponder, to wonder about the world around her. And in this way, she learns, she opens her mind, and she opens her heart. To the different kinds of people she meets, she opens her arms. Through thinking, reflecting, and seeking different perspectives she is able to fully wrap herself around the different issues of the world.
Through thinking, she discovers.
Through thinking, she solves.
Through thinking, she is.