Spring came and went like a caped crusader, too quick to catch but leaving tell-tale evidence behind. But even that's disintegrating in the sledgehammer heat. It feels like it went from highs of 18 to 32 overnight. It's all my fault, of course. Kat moves to the mainland and all of a sudden we've got the coldest winter we've had in years and the hottest summer to follow. All for the benefit of the spoilt little constant-28-degrees island girl. So, in a sense, I control the weather. Heh, that's cool. Bits and pieces fluttering in and out of my mind. Kinda like those flying keys in The Philospher's Stone. Or Sorceror's, depending on what continent you're on. I could grab and handful and throw them down like dice, see what comes up. Maybe. I have caffeine in my system and not a whole lot else so I feel jitteryjittery and scattered, like the dawn after a bender. There's even that same edge of eggshell frailty. One wrong move and I could fracture irrepairably. I exaggerate, of course, for effect. Dramaticise, romanticise, what else are we here for? Like most of you, a lot of my short life has been strafed with discouragement. "Get your head out of the clouds" "You're such a dreamer" "You're not being realistic" bollocks. This they say to my beautiful ideas and theories. They want me to strive for the accepted and approved dreams, the contents of the plastic-coated pages of magazines. Like you do. Yes, you do. Oh, yes, you do... Everywhere I look there's evidence of fools chasing gloss. The sleek car. The mass-produced water feature. The high heels. The manicured lawn. The hair just so. And they say I've got MY head in the clouds? What is the purpose of all this stuff? Does it make you happy? A hair out of place and you're mortified. Your body weight jumps and your existence is less than. A scuff on the the minimalist couch cushion and it throws out the whole decor. This is what you want me to strive for? I think I'll keep my reality and I thank you not to infect me with yours. But if I point the finger at anyone I point it first at myself. I'm human, I still catch myself chasing gloss all the time. And yet, more often than not I'm only doing it to fit in or rather, to blend in coz sometimes standing out requires more explaining than I have the patience for. Hmm. Now how did that all come about? Ah, well.

Omg! Seems like I have found a kindred spirit! Often times I have heard the same "You are such a dreamer", "Get back on earth" crap! And those were told by the very hypocrites who get attracted to superficial beauty . Btw, extremely well written!!

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I didn't mean to rant when I first started writing. I didn't even have a goal in mind. I guess it's a constant beef I have with society, how it bases itself on the visual aesthetics of magazines and advertisements and movies when all the visuals of these media are entirely fabricated. The lighting is just so, the colours are handpicked and if that still doesn't do it, out comes the airbrush. It's not based on real life, its only purpose is to sell and perpetuate the multi-million dollar lifestyles of the people who produce them. We're all such suckers. But I guess it saves people from the trouble of thinking for themselves.

gOd damm hippie..!! hehehe... yOu know i LOve it..!! mOre power to us, i say.... Yx