17 April 2012
There's a time limit, ticking away quietly in the background. I've tried to ignore it but I'm acknowledging it more and more with each passing day. I don't know why but the pessimist in me is being an extreme realist and forcing me to not stick my head in the sand. I don't want to face up to the fact that things will change, and while it may go back to normal...who says I want normality?
Who defines what is normal anyway?
It's become normal for me to see colours differently, to breathe differently, exist like a different person...
I've been given a gift, and after unwrapping it, removing all the tags and protective wrap - I have to give it back. But it's mine! I've touched it, played with it, given it a few scuff marks and I've created a world with it.
So like a petulant child, I'm putting my foot down and saying 'NO'. I don't want to give it back. It's mine! I don't care about responsibilities or that I have to be selfless, I'm choosing to be selfish and holding onto it with both hands.
But one day, I'll wake up and it will e gone. My toy would have upped and walked away in the night. And like a sad child who has to cry for a while before picking themselves up...I'll get over it. But I'll never forget that toy that for a small period of time, was mine to play with and brought me so much joy.
Toys • Opuss № I