Random Thought's in the Snow: Parts II and III

Thought I'd post the last two parts of my "Random Thought's" series since I got part III done. If anybody want's to go read part I, it's back in the April archives. I think it's progressed from a prose poem to a trial in creative writing. Let me know what you all think.I will make an actual post tomorrow when I'm not so tired.


Random thoughts in the Snow: Part II

“So here I am, at the fridge again. Don’t know why I keep coming back here, maybe it’s a sense of comfort. This thing has been here since, well............ forever. I think it’s because it’s a constant. Something that is always there and doesn’t change. Heck, there’s still crayon marks on it from when we where all small.

You ever notice how things are happier when you’re a kid? You don’t really fully understand what’s going on until a certain age, and everything seems to held a sense of joy. I wish I could’ve bottled that feeling. Maybe frozen it and stuck it in the freezer for when I’m having a bad day. hehehe...... “emotion-sickle.”

Pull it out of the freezer from in between the ice cubes and the juice. Wonder what it would taste like? I guess it would depend on the kind of joy. I think it would taste like those little lemon candies. Kind of sweet and sour, and it’s leave a nice lemony aftertaste. Lemon flavored feeling won’t fix anything though.

I keep looking for something in here, the problem is that I don’t know what. Every time I open this thing, I start thinking more abstractly then usual. Weird, I get inspiration from a fridge. That’s just messed up on some strange level. But hey, whatever floats your boat brain.

I should stop this, it's not solving anything at all. But what happens when I stop? Nothing? What if I never find what I need? I have to find it, I can't just stop in the middle of everything.

I think I’ll clean out the freezer.”



“Random Thoughts Part III”

“So here I am again. It’s midnight and I’m looking at the off-white doors again. I’ve cleaned the whole thing out and I still haven’t found anything. Then again, I really never figured out what I was looking for in the first place.

I could go through it once more, continue the search for something that doesn’t exist. At this point I’d only be doing it because I’m bored, not because I want to find something. The temptation is still there, although I don’t know why. I think people are always searching for something, be it love, success, friendship, or just peace. What am I looking for? Well, if I knew that, do you think I’d be standing here getting all existential with my fridge?

It’s standing right there. I reach out to it like an old friend. This time I’ll find what I want. When I open it this time, it will be the last. No, no opening. It will stay closed this last time. What I want isn’t in there, it never was. Maybe I thought I could use it as an excuse, a defense mechanism against some kind of fear.

Turning my back, I walk away. I’ll go to bed and wake up tomorrow to do what I always do. I’ll go to work, school, and hang out with my friends. I’ll stop worrying about what I don’t have, what I don’t need just now. What I have is good enough for me. Tomorrow is a new day, and suddenly I'm not hungry.”