Tinkering ThoughTs By: Aabir S.
The Picture (Click for Audio)
I have an impossible task. I have one tool, my weapon of choice And a milky white, rough to the touch. I have two full rotations of the clock to turn this dull white into a masterpiece. They told me I couldn't do it. They said I'm not good enough. It is time to prove them wrong, For I have my trusty tool to guide me. It started with a swift movement Then there were more and more and more My simple white was changing, Turning into something as beautiful as the glorious Northern Lights. I look back at my work. It is as if the shapes and lines and patterns are in perfect harmony. There is nothing to fear. Or so I thought. The evil goblins known as doubts then creep into my mind. Is it good enough? Will people understand what I'm trying to express? I can't help but think about the things that can go wrong. Then the teacher says "Time's up." Then the sounds of pencil and paper are replaced with silence.
The Journey (Click for Audio)
The white contrasts with the black. I see the shining beacon all alone as I make my way through the darkness. I know that is my goal, But I fear that I won't make it. I feel strangely comfortable in the dark, Like a child cradled by their mother. The darkness hugs me and won't let go, But I can't stop moving. I feel like I am walking through a sea of oil. There is so much resistance. I must go on even though I don't want to, But the glow of white light attracts me and repels me. It has been a long battle, But I have triumphed. One step away To go from the dark to the light. As I take my final bound, I shiver. For a wind has passed by, Ominously caressing me. The attraction defies the repulsion Grabbing me and taking me in. Just as I am having doubts But it is too late. The white takes up all of eternity. Past, present, future. Everything I know is gone. And it is cold. I have been fooled. Things aren't as they seem.
Close Your Eyes (Click for Audio) When you close your eyes, There is nothing there - just black. When you close your eyes, Reality is no more When you close your eyes, Time can be woven and shaped, Like clay. When you close your eyes, You can be who you want or Where you want to be. When you close your eyes, You can feel the tangy ocean breeze Scrape across your skin. The white sand sifting through your feet. When you close your eyes, You can be the president, While being marauded by reporters, Living in a white castle. But when you open them, You can make everything a reality
Citations Pictures: Picture of Light Bulb: http://bit.ly/1b2iHNt Picture of Pencil and Paper: http://bit.ly/1FPFH0G Picture of a Black Background and a White Dot: http://bit.ly/1FSqIT8 Picture of Closed Eyes: http://bit.ly/1ARJ8ku