The bright sun satisfies my cold skin and clouds up my mind, making me feel almost wobbly and unstable. Mindlessly walking across the field, away from the ones I usually stick by, sitting on the soft, green grass, tying a little white flower between my black shoelaces. A casual melancholia slowly swarming and filtering through my thoughts. My thoughts flying away, shooed by the Pink Floyd songs stuck in my head, and the slight desperation I felt to hear it play out loud. The tiredness, even though I slept well the night before, that came with the big, bright, warm star in the clear blue sky. The only other thing in the sky was a wispy, fading cloud and a few seagulls, swarming and circling around the lunch area and bickering over the scraps we left on the floor and on the red benches. The few crows were silent when the seagulls were bickering, only getting what they needed from the trash can and not as greedy as the day before. The day before, the crows squawking, not bickering like the seagulls, but mostly only calling out to their murder. The crows were only silently greedy. But crows aren't the greedy type. Not around here, at least. Most of the scavengers here are the seagulls, since we're close to the ocean. The minority are crows. Out further east, there are almost no seagulls. Most are common ravens. The minority are crows. Either that, or the crows are silent, intimidated by the ravens that roam the area.
My thoughts slowly drift away as a Pink Floyd enters my mind once again.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
I knew the meaning of the lyrics didn't match the mood I was feeling, but the mere sound of it. My mood replicated the dizzy, high feeling of that part of the song.
I wasn't sure what I was feeling, whether it was positive or negative. The feeling was so comfortable that it was uncomfortable. The same feeling always arises whenever it's hot outside and there's nothing being done. It's so still and quiet but loud at the same time.
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Random*may be triggering* just my deep thoughts 💭 Has some poetry randomly scattered in this along with philosophical ideas/questions. Lots of questions. Edit: I wrote this in my "I think I'm smarter than everyone" phase in middle school so I am WELL AWA...
