“Life’s too short babe, time keeps flying, I’m looking for baggage to go with mine”
I’m not a hoarder,
but trinkets do clutter my room,
and random items
do accumulate in my closets
much like memories
in the recesses
of my head.
Here’s a piece inspired by a Nietzsche quote another blogger posted.“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
“Run! We can get inside before we get too wet!” Sandra pulled on Lionel’s hand, rushing to get out of the rain. Suddenly, her hand was empty, and the five year old was sprinting the other direction, spinning around and jumping in the biggest puddle he could find.
“Lionel!” Get back here! You’ll catch your death!”
“Oh, no! It’s raining! Our hair will get wet! The girls complained while Lionel and Jesse rolled their eyes at each other. “I have an umbrella we can share.” Jesse said to his date. Sarah looked at Lionel expectantly. “Here,” he started to take off his jacket. “You can hold this over your head.”
“But then you’ll get wet!”
“I don’t mind, really.” They got out of the car. While Jesse and the girls rushed into prom, Lionel stood for a second, looking up at the sky, basking in the rain. He looked longingly at a nearby puddle, but then turned away and ran to catch up with the others.
“Lionel, hurry up! You’re going to be soaked through for pictures!”
“It’s pouring down out there!” The whole office was staring at the downpour. Lionel had been busy delivering coffee to superiors all day. The rain called to him. Finally, he burst through the door and let the drops pour over his face.
“What is he doing?”
“I think he’s … dancing.”