I met a girl at a fireworks show about a year ago. While we were there she dragged me out of my chair to the beach with her brother, to look for crabs. Turned out she went to my school and in grade 8, 2 grades lower than I. She talked to me at lunch sometimes, and asked me to the school's Christmas dance. I made a foolish mistake, and smoked marijuana prior to leaving, which made me 30 minutes late. Deafening music and strobe lights greeted me. When I arrived I instantly felt out of place, didn't know what to do. She asked if I wanted to leave. Hardly, I had an anxiety attack provoked by the weed, so I went outside to jog it off around the school. Came back and asked her "Why are you sitting down", because she was sitting down. Poor way of asking to dance, anyway, she said "I'm tired" got up and walked to the dance hub. I, high fool that I was, stood around dumbly. Eventually some girls I barely know brought me to the center of the mass, it was fun. At least that's what I told her when she asked me if I had fun. Since then we haven't really talked at all. This valentines, I got the idea to write a poem to her.
I write this to you from afar
Words from feelings left ajar
Things I've thought, but not say
Why I write this page today
In a lifetime's dry endless dunes,
Aundrea, your voice is a cheerful tune
A flowing river spite winter' tomb
Bright eyes, two radiant azure globes
Smile a rainbow, tropical shades
Squinting at oasis, beauty barely fades
Grit in my eyes, casts flecks of gray
Throat parched, know not what to say
Dashing to water, unfit to stand
Drops left in a jug, stale and bland
Slow strides bring same stretch to the land
Is this a mirage, mere trick of the sand?
March on hoping not, my emotions delusion
When I see you there's no illusion
I folded two origami hearts, one red, one blue. The red one contains the poem in artistic English. The blue one is in a pictographic language I created. I possess the only dictionary of symbols. Option one is to send one or both through a Valentine's postal event my school is hosting. She would receive the card(s) in class, not knowing the sender.
Option two would be to offer her one only of the cards, the red or blue pill. Blue a trinket of undecipherable gibberish likely to be forgotten, true to it's ingrained philosophy. It does not reveal anything except that I cared enough to make a card. Red however, is a heartfelt stream of words I cannot pin a result on until delivered. Maybe I could offer a choice between the two, after an adlib monologue loosely based on the Matrix. Would that be over the top?
11 Feb 2009, 10:06 pm
