Short Stories

Burn

In my room will find drawings, ballet and opera photos, sports equipment, and a lot of books. And that proves that I am an English major with a fascination with the human form or that I was at lease a Russian Czar in a former life.

If you drill a tunnel straight through the earth and jumped in it would take you exactly 42minutes and 12 seconds to get to the other side. When I contemplate this fact, I feel sad and amazed about how much time we waste on fighting. I keep thinking that by the time you get past the core, wouldn't you be burned out? I would like to think about this kind of fact like an argument with your best friend. You have to dig up facts to support your claim and get through a ton of raw material, opinions, other facts, and raw emotions. Then you get to the fiery bit and both of you duke it out and either stay on fire or burn out like the body in the core of the earth. At the end of the fire and bed rock you emerge on the other side and ask was it even worth it? You are now in a distant land without any support or drowning in the idea of the argument and choking and spitting on sea water. Salty just like the words that you spat at your best friend. Stranded, surrounded by the unknown. Lost in the idea of losing someone close to you over something that wasn't even worth it.

I would never want to lose a friend over my speculations. I'm not going to argue that I was a Russian noble or that I traveled through the world. Although as a child, I wanted to be a Russian czar and travel the world, I never feel like burning bridges or shooting myself through a hot magma core of emotions to prove that I was right. Maybe I was a noble woman or geologist in a former life but I don't remember that, so I am going to live the life I have right now. That crazy stressful college girl life that barely sleeps but still makes time for the people in her life. In my room will find drawings, ballet and opera photos, sports equipment, and a lot of books. And that proves that I am an English major with a fascination with the human form or that I was at lease a Russian Czar in a former life.

If you drill a tunnel straight through the earth and jumped in it would take you exactly 42minutes and 12 seconds to get to the other side. When I contemplate this fact, I feel sad and amazed about how much time we waste on fighting. I keep thinking that by the time you get past the core, wouldn't you be burned out? I would like to think about this kind of fact like an argument with your best friend. You have to dig up facts to support your claim and get through a ton of raw material, opinions, other facts, and raw emotions. Then you get to the fiery bit and both of you duke it out and either stay on fire or burn out like the body in the core of the earth. At the end of the fire and bed rock you emerge on the other side and ask was it even worth it? You are now in a distant land without any support or drowning in the idea of the argument and choking and spitting on sea water. Salty just like the words that you spat at your best friend. Stranded, surrounded by the unknown. Lost in the idea of losing someone close to you over something that wasn't even worth it.

I would never want to lose a friend over my speculations. I'm not going to argue that I was a Russian noble or that I traveled through the world. Although as a child, I wanted to be a Russian czar and travel the world, I never feel like burning bridges or shooting myself through a hot magma core of emotions to prove that I was right. Maybe I was a noble woman or geologist in a former life but I don't remember that so I am going to live the life I have right now. That crazy stressful college girl life that barely sleeps but still makes time for the people in her life.