afterglow

i feel the same.......i don't think I am different.......but then I turn around and catch a glimpse of someone...someone familar, but not quite. Then in a moment of revelation I realize this person is myself....it is me but not quite. There is a softness and an edge all at the same time. A hardness that wasn't there before. Lines toughness put on by inocence lost and knowlege gained. knowlege about a world that isn't like I thought it was going to be. Disapointments, from expectations. The realization that even good things have another side. These things add hardness. In contrast there is the softness. inner peace. mellowing of the soul. This comes from the realization that I don't have to do it all. I can't. Failure has led to this peace. I am not super girl, this is at once a disapointment and a relief. If I am not then I don't have to keep up the facade of trying to be. Therin is the real me. These soft spots are the ones I am the most intrequed by. As I gaze at my reflection I see a slower pace as i move, a carelessness of spirit and a deeper appreciation of beauty. As I meditate on these thoughts a glimer of an idea creeps into my conscienceness. I no longer feel the compulsion to run to move so fast through life that I missed out on things of beauty and things that weren't right beside me. Moments of my life are going so fast the onlythings I can really see clearly are those that are maintaing the same fast paced regime as me. Those things that when i looked to the side were right there beside me ste for step. Those things that were more lacksidazical were missed because they were just a blur in the review mirrior. They were the streaming of lights on the street they were the children laughing in the street They were the deer grazing by the side of the road. Music that didn't match my heart beat that wasn't keeping the rythem of my mind and soul was discarded and a new beat was formed one that built upon itself and climaxed in a frenzy of movment and sound and senses. That was at once so fantastical that it was hard to process all at once. To the outside world i was a part of that frenzy just a glimpse of leg or a passing glance as i moved around and around in a frantic pace. Slowly without really realizing it, this pace slows down. The music gradually develops into a slow ballad. one that is basking in the rememberance of the frenzy but enjoying the beauty of hte moment. this is where I find myself when i stare deep into my reflection. Basking in the afterglow of the wild dance and finding complete contintment in the absoulte splendor of the moment.