Miscellaneous - A Disturbance in the Atmosphere
I want to tell you where to find a unique road nobody else knows
The road will be long, and there will be many obstacles in your way
You will feel you must walk it, but all you know will tell you differently
You may think of not taking that road, and just stay on the main road
It will be easier to stay where you are and simply wonder what if
It may be easier, but the price you pay is the taste of life
They will tell you about responsibilities and what is expected from you
No matter what they say, you should know that the road you need to walk could only be walked alone
I want to tell you where to find a unique road nobody else knows
Follow your heart, that's the road to living your life
This is the only way that leads you where you have to go
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The next day, I made my way to the beach again.
I decided to walk there, since I was feeling very much active. I pulled on a pair of walking shoes, before covering my cut-off jeans and light blue sweatshirt with a thin jacket. Though the eind was blowing hard, the sun was shining bright ahead, warming up the lands so I diddn't need to wear a very thick coat. I left a small note for my parents, and began the twenty minute walk towards the beach.
It took only five minutes to get to the lighthouse top by bike, but the road and cycling path together where layed straight across the land, while the walking path was more touristicly placed through the woods, leading you around extraordinary wildlife spots. When I finally reached the top of the small cliff which held the lighthouse, I sat down on one of the concrete steps to take a bit of rest. From here, you had a beautiful view over the beach, ocean, and all the dunes and cliffs around. I decided to wait until Lucas, my new-born friend arrived before skipping down the steps towards the waters.
I had always loved to go there, especially when the weather wasn't all that great and most people stayed indoors. Then it was quiet, with nothing but the overwhelming sound of the waves coming in and strolling out. I loved to walk in the [branding], the water washing over my feet and soaking my shoes. Or I'd take them off, strip my pants and run into the ocean in nothing but my underwear and a sweatshirt. I had such fun dancing in the ocen, I often forgot time and it was late at night when I came home, having to convince my mother nothing bad happened when I did.
My mom has always been just a tinsy bit overprotective. I was her only daughter, after all, I think I ment more to her then my father did. She wanted to know everywhere I was, and I could understand though it often drove me crazy. The only reason I was allowed to get a cellphone, was that mom could reach me at any time, and I had tpo promise never to turn it off. My father however didn't really care where I went, he trusted me more then my mother ever did and didn't mind if I ran off at six in the morning to go who knows where. My mom was very stiff, and though my dad would do anything to please her he did understand how it was to be a teenager. he remembered the beach parties, the crushes, the drinking and dancing, the homework I always complained about.
But I loved my parents all the same. There was only one thing I hated them for: my education. Both insisted I went to lawschool, even though they knew my greatest wish was to get into the art academy and get some creative, freelance job. My mother couldn't stand the idea of her daughter living such an uncertain life and my father supported her in this. If there was one thing I could get mad about... But I knew I probably didn't have any choice at all. I mean, they were the ones who had to pay for my education, so they got to say wherever the hell I went after highschool, as much as the fact might annoy me.
But when Lucas came strolling at me, the happiness came rising up in me. A bubly feeling released itself from my stomach and I surpressed a giggle. Rumagging through my backpack, I dipped out the cherry-red cellphone I had got for my birthday and turned it off in one swift movement. I wasn't going to care about my mothers worries for a change. Today, today would be special. And no one was allowed to disturb it.
Lucas plopped down next to me.
"Yo." I mumbled.
He smiled at me, and the tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach grew and grew until I couldn't help but grin back. You must understand, Lucas had the kind of smile that as infectious, you couldn't help but smile back at him. You just couldn't. Lucas was indeed special.
And at that time I didn't even know the half of it.
***
With pain from all the laughing, I got home around four o'clock.
Since I didn't know what the **** to do now, I decided to go read something. All my energy for the day was drained, so I prepared a cappucino, abducted the biscuit tin and made my way upstairs to my room, while trying to balance out everything I held in my hands. Miracelously I suceeded. Twisting the doorknob with my toes, I gave a gentle kick and the door to my room opened up. I kicked it shut behind me, before stumbling over towards my table.
I sighed in relief as I placed the stuff on the table. You see, this table was actually a chest. It was covered with a red satin cloth, but if you pulled that layer of disguise off, it was in fact a wooden chest, protected by a heavy locket. I wore the key on a silver necklace, around my neck. I used the chest to keep things that held great value to me, such as letters, photo-albums and little things. Shells, stones, beautiful blue and green coloured feathers layed together in a box I bought on the fleemarket, a wooden box which seemed a tiny imitation of the bigger chest.
Anyhow, it was now a table and no one needed to know the things it hid within. I tried to do some treading until dinner, but couldn't. I ended up reminiscing anyways.
Lucas and i had walked all across the beach, left ways until we could barely see the lighthouse. There we took a passage through the dunes and cliffs, and we walked back towards the lighthouse through the dark woods.
Even at the brightest of days, those woods where still dark at most places. The trees were tall and at least four times older as me, rising high into the sky. Their thick green branches shielding every inhabitant from any sun light. Only on those few clearings [usually to be found around the streams running through the forest] a few beams reached the soppy ground.
When we finally returned, I had decided we should go drink something somewhere, because I was desperate for something liquid to glide down my throath. Lucas had grabbed his bike, and told me to sit on the back seat. I wrapped my arms around him and layed my head onto his shoulder, squeeking slightly when Lucas took a sharp turn.
As he reached the diner where we had first seen one another, my stomach was rumbling too. So we decided to get a bunch of doughnuts, warm cups of coffee and sit by the window.
While the pile of doughnuts shrunk, our fun only grew.
"Have you got any pets?" Lucas asked.
I nodded, answering: "I have two mice. They are really sweet. And not that high-maintanced, that's why my parents allowed me. My friend Mia has a cat, and Brendon has got a bunch of spiders! Ahh, they creep my out. I can't stand bugs, as pityful it may be. I just can't stand it! They have WAY too many legs and eyes."
I kicked Lucas as he began laughing.
"And you?" I inquired. "How about you?"
"I have a dog, Woofer. Got him when I was fifteen."
"So you've had him for four years?"
"Hmm. He doesn't have a breed, he is just a bastard. Cream-colour mixed with dark-brown. And real floppy ears. I'll bring him around sometime if you want."
"That would be awesome!!! I love dogs."
It was true, I adored all animals. Personally, I'd rather have a dog than my two mice. But my mother feared almost all animals. Another thing my parents ruined for me. I can't deny I felt surpressed by my parents back then, as if they wouldn't let me reach my full potential. Have you ever felt like that? It's horrible, isn't it...
Anyhow. I was amazed at how we connected. The boy in front of me, joking around while shoving donut after donut down his throath, would have seemed perfectly normal to you. And he was, in a way. I doulc just feel that there was more than that. I was willing to give a lot to get to know him better. I would give anything to unravel that mysterious side about him, the thing I couldn't quite reach. Not yet.
As I drifted back into the present reality, I found that I hadn't had quite that much fun in a long time.
Gently sipping on my hot coffee, I smiled quietly.
Even back then, there was a small spark telling us both there was more to be found. Discovering borders, gently edging over them... Everything felt special.
***
That evening Mia called, wondering if we were going to hit steps tonight. But even though I had quite a good condition, I was still exhausted from the long-mile walk, so I asked for a raincheck.
All I was going to do, was make myself a mug of hot milk, mixed with honey, and write. The afternoon had given me plenty of inspiration, and I was having the feeling something beautiful might flow out of my pen today.
"Lights
Lights in your eyes - Sparkling like the moon
A reflection in the water - It isn't me
This is you and they were us
Pulled from the darkness - My savior
There for me - Loved by me
It is true - And it is real
And we'd never let us go."
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