The title is taken from a puppet play I once worked (as an usher) called "Cathay".
It just came into my mind, I guess it can describe me on sleepless nights such as this.
Last night I stood awake, listening to the trees dancing outside my window. The rain had brought extreme winds, causing them to sway to and fro. A single street light provided enough atmosphere to make the scene whimsical. I even played soft music for a while, as if the trees were listening to me as well. I danced with them in my own way.
I also spent the better part of the night watching clips of my favorite cartoons from my childhood. I know I'm only 21 but I feel as if those years are so far away. Nostalgia has been tugging at my sleeve like a child wanting to be picked up by his/her mother. I know everyone feels it from time to time but do I have to feel it consistently?
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