comfort zone.

So lately,
I've been talking to people and reading about people,
and I'm in awe.

I can't help but wonder,
will I run out of things to say?
I mean, I read about this girl who has
gone from one memorable moment to the next,
her life in retrospect is a
nonstop collection of
worthy stories.

I've heard of people who sink
way low, and miraculously
make their way to the top..
That's a story,
that's a life most wish to
learn about.

I read about women
in textbooks,
they either did something noble
or beat the odds.
Those stories sell.

There are the people who pass,
and they are honoured with
solid statues.
They must have impacted a number of
people.

Its almost better if you stoop real low..
at least then you have enough material to work with,
What if i just get bored?
Like, I have nothing interesting to share.

I listen to this girl speak,
with such detail about things I'm so far from.
She is replaying it in her mind,

in vivd colour and reliving each word, every syllable.
as I am trying to sketch it,
and I'm no artist.

I doodle her life in my mind,

completely inaccurate,

and I'm thinking,

She has so much ground covered in this world,
and i remain in my comfort zone.

It's evident

that I'll run out of words, and syllables worth reliving.

that my name will not be printed in the Canadian History text books.

No one will sculpt my body into an exquisite statue.

I'm tired of listening to people

and struggling to understand the basics of their lives.

I want people to sketch my life in their mind,

I want everyone to fail trying to relate to my stories.

I'll cover grounds people never dreamed of.

-feel blue, think green, shine yellow

adventure queen