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What I Can't Say

August 7, 2009
By aspiring.author.09 PLATINUM, Beaumont, Other
aspiring.author.09 PLATINUM, Beaumont, Other
34 articles 0 photos 70 comments

“But like, seriously, she is so pathetic. Why does he even…”

I lay my head down on the fresh green grass and stare at a single blade. The wind gently lulls it towards my nose.

I am only vaguely aware of the person next to me droning on about something that is so minor, it is barely worth the wasted words.

I watch little black bugs crawl up the little green sprouts and think about how little they are compared to the world.

Then I think about how little I am to the world. And how little this other person’s problem is.

Such a big world filled with such little things.

I flip like a fat walrus onto my back and stare up at the clouds and the ocean blue sky. I watch the clouds swirl in and out of each other. I catch phrases of what the other person is saying and nod as if I am listening. As if.

I flop back onto my stomach and push my nose into the earth. It smells like a soccer game. Like cleats digging into the soil, running after a ball as if it’s the only thing in life that matters. It smells like spring and fall mixed together. I imagine being in the middle of a match. I picture drizzling rain, my favourite soccer weather. I picture the sun trying to crawl over the gloomy clouds. I picture me, shooting the ball over everyone’s wet heads. Past the defence and then brush over the fingertips of the keeper. Then I hear the ball hit the netting. The “swish” like you hear in basketball. Then the clap as the ball hits the ground and so does the goalie.

Clap! on my leg. It leaves a crimson handprint.

“Katherine, are you listening?”

I look up at the person, my clouded eyes very apparent. The person wants me to say something. I wish she would tell me what she wants me to say. It’s hard to say anything when you don’t particularly care for the subject that the person is talking about.

I watch five different emotions shove their way onto her face.


But I don’t get a chance to say anything because the person gets off the grass and stalks off. She doesn’t even look at the grass. Or the sky. Her eyes are open but she is looking at an image in her mind. She’s looking at a picture of the person in her problems.

She doesn’t even see what is here because she’s looking at something that isn’t there.

I touch the flattened grass that marked where she was sitting. It tries to poke back upright. But it can’t because she has pressed it so far into the ground under the weight of her problems.

Which she doesn’t realize, is nothing compared to the weight of the world.

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This article has 9 comments.

on Jul. 23 2010 at 8:34 pm
ramnapotter PLATINUM, Toronto, Other
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Favorite Quote:
“Write to be understood, speak to be heard, read to grow...”

wowow . this is so deep & and so truee . ( : kudos for writing this .

Ink.Elf said...
on Mar. 20 2010 at 10:48 pm
Fantastic. I find my self wishing some people stop being so absored in what is going on thier own lives and look around them. I can truly relate to your description of te soccer game; I too LOVE to play in rain. It really got to me on another level. Wonderful, keep writing my dear Kate.

on Mar. 18 2010 at 10:45 pm
whisperingofdawn GOLD, Colorado City, Arizona
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wow. such depth! i think you should let a bunch of people read this. print it out and hand it to strangers. it's amazing.

on Sep. 18 2009 at 12:30 pm
aspiring.author.09 PLATINUM, Beaumont, Other
34 articles 0 photos 70 comments
Thank you :)

. said...
on Sep. 17 2009 at 8:36 pm
Great job.

on Sep. 1 2009 at 7:42 pm
aspiring.author.09 PLATINUM, Beaumont, Other
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Haha thank you Madison_R!

Madison_R said...
on Aug. 29 2009 at 2:58 am
Madison_R, Carrollton, Texas
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I am jealous of your ability to use simple words and phrases to write such a beautiful piece. Good job.

on Aug. 11 2009 at 6:56 pm
aspiring.author.09 PLATINUM, Beaumont, Other
34 articles 0 photos 70 comments
Thank you very much!

on Aug. 11 2009 at 4:46 pm
unearthlyhaphazard GOLD, N/A, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."~W. Somerset Maugham

So true! This is what I feel like many times. Fantastic job!