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the sky is wicked huge.


Here, It’s as if time has come to a Sudden halt. For the moment I am overwhelmed. I can’t breathe My Stomach aches My toes Quench with Fatigue and everything Is spinning around me I bumble forward like a baby taking their first steps. A sudden giggle escapes from my chest Followed by another. And then a childlike grin sneaks onto my face, which urgently evolves into this gorgeous smile. I quickly grasp the frozen railing and lean forward as I take a deep breath. I feel like a new person. I jump off the railing, Race down the steps And Kick threw the snow like a little kid experiencing it for the first time There’s a song playing in the background. one of a childhood. A lonely childhood. Not a realistic childhood, But one like you see in movies. It’s like for the moment, I am in a movie taking in new sights and there’s this song playing faintly in the background And as I build up speed and momentum The music grows louder and faster Here I can allow my Imagination and emotions run free Like a child. For the moment I can be whatever I can think of..... A dancer A firefighter A super hero A romantic stud A football player. I have achieved it. This high state where I’m in Paradise. My Paradise lost.

Tonight I did something interesting. After searching for inspiration with a few friends. I turned on my Ipod, put on my headphones and looked out over the pond. Maybe it was the combination of the music, this sense of enlightenment, and the fact that I still had to go back to my room and write this paper, but I began to think about a quote by Robert Wilson. “Genius, is childhood recovered at a later age”. And then I began to think about how that might relate to the topic of identity in relation to children. From their intense curios-

ity and need to explore everything, to their limitless imagination. Why is it so important to be proper all the time. Why is it so wrong for us to do like a child and splash around in the rain. Turn “Ordinary objects into EXTRAORDINARY OBJECTS”. Life is full of people who want to hate you because they don’t understand you. People who hate you because you are different. So they tease you and make you feel like you don’t fit in. So overtime, the world shapes you into this stagnant emotionless rock who looks at the world Solemn eyes

longing for paradise. But no such place exists. So keep dreaming. Keep doing whatever you have to do to get by and enjoy every minute of it, because Paradise only exists in death. text · Jared Brown image · Gustave Doré, 1866


The Sky is Wicked Huge.  

Magazine project for Emerson College's WR121 Writing for Civic Engagement class, Spring '10.

The Sky is Wicked Huge.  

Magazine project for Emerson College's WR121 Writing for Civic Engagement class, Spring '10.