Absract

Playing With Staples

Seth — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 07:28:57 +0000

When the world plays in slow motion I’m there. When there is everything to worry about, but I’d rather sit and stare I’ve made it. I just close my eyes for a minute and slowly exhale. In reality I’m sitting at the same desk I’ve written at for the past seven nights. I continue to tighten and release my grasp on the same stapler that calms me every night. But tonight reality does not own my thoughts. I couldn’t catch up to my stream of conscious even if I wanted to. Tonight, I pause for only a second to take a deep breath before I billow through the doors as Life in the Fast Lane shakes the earth under me for miles. My feet feel lighter than the fresh air that surrounds me, but my pace does more than justice to the musical stylings that pulse through every square inch of my body. The music fades, but the pounding increases. Every step I take is a step closer to no where in particular. Here I don’t need to give a reason, an answer, a yes or a no. I think and I talk, but there is really no need to differentiate between the two. There is no response given, but rather a continuation. Everything simply clicks. And when everything has fallen into place, I cup my right hand and brush the staples off the desk where reality takes hold again.

Only Shades of Grey

Seth — Sat, 02 Oct 2010 22:39:14 +0000

I walked calmly out the door, I flashed a disappointed look toward the slouched figure sitting on the couch. That day the pink blossoms that burst from the rhododendron were no comfort. Countless summer days spent hitting grand slams from the front yard were no encouragement. As I ducked under the overgrown bush and turned left like I had done so many times before my eyes swelled with tears. The orange-red ladder stared at my blank face. I took several more steps headed in no particular direction. I knelt down in the warm grass and peeked through the fence. It was a hot summer day, but the fence was cold. I was only able to watch as my friends ate, sang, laughed and pretended I wasn’t there. I wept uncontrollably.

Love:defined

Seth — Thu, 22 Jul 2010 08:29:05 +0000

Trapped in a world consumed by commercialized emotion, Valentine’s Day flowers, and “Facebook official” relationships I don’t think I’ve been properly told what love is. The dictionary defines love as such: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. However I don’t think we’ve come to love one another tenderly and passionately, but rather we pursue a common denominator. I’m forever searching for a lego piece that will snap perfectly together with mine. The problem with this picture is that once I find that one lego, that one person: we’re just two lame lego pieces snapped together. Digging through a sea of legos ends nowhere, but If I were to build with friends I find over time I not only have an awesome castle, but I’ll find myself snapped together with the perfect friend and an incredibly awesome castle to rely on.

We’ve all heard the newly weds who rave about being married to their best friends. I have it in my mind to ask them how many best friends they had prior marriage though. All through our hormone fed high school careers we (the up and coming generation that is) meet new best friends and reconcile old lovers. It takes every single one of those failed relationships to create the person who puts a smile on your face. Simplified, love is not happening to meet your best friend because you happened to look across the restaurant and they happened to flash a smile back at you. Quite the opposite love is the realization that you’re standing at the top of a well constructed lego castle and right beside you your best friend is snapping together their last block. Both friends are right there at the same time enjoying the view.

This friendship took a long time and in short time is love. Like everything pure, sadly time can be cheated by money. I’d like to shoot the person who first said “time is money.” Time is not money, but rather a way to earn money. Instead of spending time with friends and lovers we have slipped into a habit of spending money on the people we admire as if it proves to be a good enough substitute for time. Money has us all fooled. There’s no way to purchase love because there’s not a single one of us who controls time.

Time doesn’t stop and love doesn’t slow down. The only variable in the romance equation is friends. The friends we laugh with and the friends we cry with are the friends who we will love and spend time with. Love defined is infatuation, is best friends, is time, is building a castle.

In Love with an Idea

Seth — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 03:13:37 +0000

Upon coming of dating age, or close to it, I have realized how many beautiful girls there are aound me. Like many others, I tossed around the thought of taking one of any of the lovely girls on a date. I’ve thought about where to go, when to go, maybe even who I would go with. Don’t get me wrong here, there are a lot of pretty girls (on a side note I thik that every girls needs to be called beautful), but I don’t think I’ve fallen for any of them, so much as I’ve fallen in love with the idea of falling in love. I Seth Robert, have fallen in love with my own ideas. Maybe I’m crazy but I’m content with my ideas. The reason being: Ideas do not break up with me.

People in Relation to Books

Seth — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 03:04:29 +0000

People… are books.

Some people leave themselves open on the coffee table for everyone to read. Some people show just their cover. Some people put too much work into their illustrations and don’t put any structure into their words. Few people if any have balanced out all of their spelling errors, their grammar mistakes, or even their philosophy contradictions.

However, I’ve come to find that my problem is not that I’m only showing my cover or that I’m giving a summary that’s too revealing, but rather that people having been trying to look me up on sparknotes. No one has taken the time to read my thoughts or take a deeper look at the words God scripted onto my pages. I’m alright with that though. I’m alright with it because I know God hasn’t finished my story yet. He’s going to write the most wonderful people into my life. So right now I’m waiting on the shelf watching the slow, steady current of people walking past, waiting for the person who’s truly interested in me.