Out of the Blue

It’s only fitting that on the eve of my 30th birthday I would post something random.

Something I wrote on the bus on July 5:

LA Sky is blue
Oddly enough
Wide open from the 110
To the Ocean

I’m trapped
In a box on four wheels
Running the same route
Day in and
Day out

Emergency exit is
Shut tight
Barred by red handles

Music in my ears
Shakespeare in my backpack
Notebook in my lap
Searching for something
To fill
My soul
To dull the pain in
My heart

I want to
Hide
Run away
Cry into my hands
Punch through the glass
Shut up
Shout out
Be still
Change at will
Let go
Control
Create
Destroy
Idle
Move

Indecisive on life’s decisions
Like a pace of the 605 car pool lane at 6 p.m.

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Never the same
Never constant
Never flowing
Freely

Maybe that is the way life goes.

Unlike the blue sky flowing
Freely
Into the arms of the bottomless ocean

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Maybe this is me
Not knowing what I want
Out of
Life

So I remain
Trapped in a box
Sitting in traffic
Day in and
Day out
Same route

Stop. Go. Slow. Speed up.

Rinse
And
Repeat.

2 Comments

  1. gnarlykitty   •  

    Well Happy Birthday first one all na ka

    Secondly, you wrote that on a bus? Impressive

  2. Olaina.PhotosandArt   •  

    happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear Oakley! happy birthday to you! and many more….

    seems the poetry runneth through us… nice! 🙂

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