simplicity

I want to hear the rain pitter patter against glass sweating with dew as i write down thoughts at 9 pm. the light goes off behind me, and I think of what he could be like. what he is like. What will be. A soft smile. Chestnut hair.

The world is loud and it distracts from some purity within. There is much pleasure in novelty and yet, in today’s world, what is novel, is simplicity. A coffee at 8 am, there are birds chirping behind you to your left, to your right is a mother talking to her child. And you notice. You notice the sweetness on your tongue and the bitterness that follows.

I don’t want a tv. I don’t want to be deluded with what I feel is mundane, with what I feel is regular. When truly, the regular, the mundane, is the most appealing. To dilute simplicity with constant noise is to take away from what is truly beautiful. Are we, as a society, so hand fed glimmering gratification as to have forgotten where are pleasure truly comes from. Words, nature, food, tastes. We are rushed through it all. And we become copies of one another, with inflatable mouths, restless eyes, and taught skin.

I often succumb to the need to be doing, and tonight, after reading one page of Hemmingway, I saw the sea, a blue dress, a suitcase- I saw the beach, and I was transported to the late 40’s, to a time when struggle wasn’t less, but different, and simplicity seemed abundant. Natural beauty - still raw in ways. And I just sat, and listened to whirring traffic along west 4th, and I noticed the dusk - dusty blue, and a warm bulb lit in the corner. I noticed the feeling in my gut, begging me to slow down, perhaps savor life a little bit more. To savor what it is to be human. A being with an array of senses, often lost in moments of modern living.

I am reminded to bask in what I feel is simplicity. To delve into each moment. To feel. To soften. To pick up where I left off, before distraction had fed me.