Yo-yo
When you find yourself crying at the beauty of the tree you see from your bedroom window every day, you know something's not quite right. You find yourself thinking - what next? A lone plastic bag dancing in the breeze? The lyrics to Hey Jude? The absolute perfection of a stranger's curl of hair?
You may snort, and say "Pfft. Typical teenager." I will allow it this once. Like a yo-yo: One minute yawning and not quite there. The next, buzzing. A few minutes later, green-eyed with jealousy. Later on, the sun shines, and suddenly everyone is a shiny happy person, and the world is your oyster. Later still and it's frustration at being so hyper and having no-one to take it out on. The same day but some time on, you feel like being sixteen will last forever and ever and there's nothing you can do to speed the whole tedious process up.
Roll on the days when everything is simple and an equilibrium between all five million moods is found!
Click here to read about my bizarre walk in the park.
You may snort, and say "Pfft. Typical teenager." I will allow it this once. Like a yo-yo: One minute yawning and not quite there. The next, buzzing. A few minutes later, green-eyed with jealousy. Later on, the sun shines, and suddenly everyone is a shiny happy person, and the world is your oyster. Later still and it's frustration at being so hyper and having no-one to take it out on. The same day but some time on, you feel like being sixteen will last forever and ever and there's nothing you can do to speed the whole tedious process up.
Roll on the days when everything is simple and an equilibrium between all five million moods is found!
Click here to read about my bizarre walk in the park.
kiwiqueen - 9. Oct, 16:13