lost in a sea of confusion
she glances up and sees a challenge written on coral
"it's rock and roll time"
and she wonders if she can throw the block she's been under
long enough to answer a simple request.
She pushes back the seaweed, floats toward the surface
following the light he's tossed out with his words.
"A contest." she thinks. "What will i ever write?"
Her life is one big metaphor for confusion. Strike that, reverse
it. Or not? She doesn't know what she's thinking half the time, so she's lucky
when anyone else does.
"Roses are red, violets are blue..." she says, "No, No, that
will never do. I'm just not the rhyming type. He has me beat in that department."
She bites her bottom lip and begins a story of a simple life.
It's what she is best at.
"Last night the moon was a haunting shade of yellow..." She
pauses. "Wait, wait, I said that already. Talked all about how I wanted
to touch his arm. No one wants to hear that again."
Frustrated she pours out her thoughts of the night. She feels
alienated and strange in this little world. She wants to fade away but she
wants to connect with someone
and she doesn't know what she's doing.
She writes "Life is a bridge." She writes "Love is like pizza." She writes
"Tears fall like birds." She writes "Abstractions are like concrete." She
writes "Confusion
becomes me." Then she fades away.