So I was at work today having a pretty bad day. A day that I was already in theory supposed to have off but none the less was supposed to be a really quick and rather short day so that I could come home and relax or maybe go and see dark shadows. But I digress, so while at work I was struck by the rather queer desire to write, not like a story or a book or a children's fantasy novel, I wanted to write a person. I wanted to sit down and write someone a letter, someone that I've never known or met and have them write back to me. I essentially wanted Tom Riddle's Diary from the second Harry Potter book but with the person writing back being slightly more alive and a dash less crazy. I wanted to pour everything that I hold inside my head every day and keep locked away from the world onto that page that would go to someone that has never met me or even really spoken to me. I wanted to have them open their mail box and see something that has become a thing a rarity in this modern era of computers and email, an actual hand written letter.
(Now keep in mind I'm prepping things to be shipped out while all this is playing an on imax before my eyes that only existed within the confines of my mind.) I wanted that person to be standing at their mailbox flipping through all the bills and ads that normally fill their mailbox and then to come upon my letter with some surprise. I wanted them to go running into their home and open the envelope with the haphazardly written address with interest to see the words on the page that are formed into sentences that would convey my thoughts and ideas to them. I wanted burning desire to find out more about me and for them to pour the same passion into their response as I had my initial letter. I wanted them to send that letter so that after some indeterminate amount of time that letter would arrive, through the magic of the postal service, into my own mail box so that I may share in the joy of flipping through the mail to see that hand addressed envelope.
But at that moment in my day dream I was snapped back to reality as the lunch bell went off in the shop and I realized that all these images had been simply day dream that had played out on only in my head, and that I didn't feel all that well.
Oh well, I'm going sky diving tomorrow in Cali so this will be my 18th jump, so that's awesome. But that concludes my train of thought of now as it's now for some reason jump tracks so that it is now riding along the headache trail. Damn my friggin head hurts.
Idk why I feel I have to say this but if you've read of all this thank you, and even though I don't know who you are, I love you some bit in some strange way. You've now seen into my thoughts for the briefest of moments but I thank you for sharing that moment with me.
(Now keep in mind I'm prepping things to be shipped out while all this is playing an on imax before my eyes that only existed within the confines of my mind.) I wanted that person to be standing at their mailbox flipping through all the bills and ads that normally fill their mailbox and then to come upon my letter with some surprise. I wanted them to go running into their home and open the envelope with the haphazardly written address with interest to see the words on the page that are formed into sentences that would convey my thoughts and ideas to them. I wanted burning desire to find out more about me and for them to pour the same passion into their response as I had my initial letter. I wanted them to send that letter so that after some indeterminate amount of time that letter would arrive, through the magic of the postal service, into my own mail box so that I may share in the joy of flipping through the mail to see that hand addressed envelope.
But at that moment in my day dream I was snapped back to reality as the lunch bell went off in the shop and I realized that all these images had been simply day dream that had played out on only in my head, and that I didn't feel all that well.
Oh well, I'm going sky diving tomorrow in Cali so this will be my 18th jump, so that's awesome. But that concludes my train of thought of now as it's now for some reason jump tracks so that it is now riding along the headache trail. Damn my friggin head hurts.
Idk why I feel I have to say this but if you've read of all this thank you, and even though I don't know who you are, I love you some bit in some strange way. You've now seen into my thoughts for the briefest of moments but I thank you for sharing that moment with me.
fische:
For a description of a daydream, that was very well written. Good luck with your sky dive