Free Mind

"Her favorite in the ballroom..." A free write..go.

I remember Scarlet in her black frock, dancing beneath the booth, eyes glittering with jealousy. I remember the crescent-shaped burn that now feels like craters. It happened in the same night. Don't think, don't think...I'm thinking of a long stretch I've never set foot on. I've seen it in a book before, a childhood anthology of stories that shaped me and my integrity. The passions on life were just setting in and I was still learning cursive from the copy cat. Mr. Dorsey, if you could read this I hope you know you're the reason I felt so proud of my abilities. Also, you're the reason I love Dr. Pepper today, at 19. Did I ever tell you it felt like the east coast in 2nd grade? I didn't even know there was an east coast but I loved the sensation. They were times the cold turned my stomach and I forgotten what it felt like to move my digits. There's was one time I forgot my teachers' Christmas presents but dad brought them during recess and handed them to me, gingerly through the wire fence. One would think, if watching such a scene from afar, a strange man was molesting a young girl. But there was I time I didn't think of that and such events weren't possible in the age of happy. I learned the name of the light I love so much, no, not the golden hued thickness that makes me depressed, but the clear blue that only comes through diffused clouds. It's called northern light or window light and I love this light. It makes me feel anything is possible, everything is within my reach, if I just bask in this almighty, power endowing light. It's my love of clouds again. I'll never lie to you. Wherever you are, I will not lie to you. To everyone else, I've always have and always will, but to you--I promise with all the grace and life He or She has given me, I will not lie. So many parts to one person, who knows them all at once. But are they even truly parts? No one knows the real me, not even me. My friends can't, my family doesn't, can a stranger? There's no investment too frightening to allot a stranger. Why is it I kept a secret so long from those closest but told strangers just last week over chips and a burrito. I'm not sure.
The end.

This is my second free write I've completed on my own, the first is in a notebook. I'll try to alternate so as to not fill this with mainly free writes. I'll never edit them. I love such notion--that the mind never ceases to think and so I will end this post for a second time.

Jackie