Were I to step out, would I see more footprints in the snow? And were I to step back in, would the fireplace be already lit? Would a new occurrence befall me, in its grandiose spontaneity, or would I be treading on monotony again? I want to be lost. I want to know of the many maladies of the night in light of the day. I want to go anywhere; I'd love to be anywhere but this cabin. I want out.
My only rebellion is to think, and to dream.
I look out the window, and as my warm, moist breath condenses on the glass, I try and search for a sun in the grey hopeless skies.
In the flaky newness of the snowfall, I rejoice - a small victory against the routine. Perhaps, today, a new happening would come along my way to greet me.
Perchance, I will discover a new color in the dreadfully artless ordinary.
And peradventure, I will meet myself masked as someone else, or someone else masked as me.
Secrecy and surprise are pleasant. Certainty and the common are disappointing. Let there be a break in the pattern, a leak in the system - the system which wreaks of dullness.
And when the next time I looked for a difference, I looked internally.
And I met merrier novelties.
Yet when playtime was over, I wanted more. I want more. I want more externally.
And I reach out again, out the window, out a door, through the mailbox or maybe a closet, beneath the bed and over the roof. Nothing, and never more.
Perhaps, it'd only be when I stop looking that I'd actually see.
Perchance, when I'd stop listening I would actually hear a knock...
Maybe... Maybe a curio would start talking, or a bulb would start to flicker, or there would be a change of weather.
And peradventure, I'd meet New.
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And Peradventure...
PoetryThis is about possibility and perseverance. It's about exploration. It's about craving for something new to happen. And look, this is my first post after a long time! Sorry, I haven't been active enough on here. :)