Parallels

'As of late, things have been utterly apparent to me. The obviousness of possibly not so obvious things astounds me, really. I draw parallels and thoughts from seemingly nothing, but at the same time everything and anything. Literature, textbooks, newspapers, stories, conversations, pictures and even the god damned earth.

I see myself, mostly, or my situations. While reading "The Things they Carried" by Tim O'Brien, my mind was shocked yet wrapped it's nimble little thoughts around a certain character. What perked my interest came over a few pages. She was described as having grey eyes, an English major, fair, smart and a "member of a world that is not quite real." With conversations and interests lately, this struck me hard. Instantly, this elusive girl became slightly portlier than described, her hair auburn and she grew a sharp, distinguished chin. Her reasons made sense, but with that, a sudden, hard-hitting pang of guilt paralyzed me. She was the obsession of this 24 year old man who sees her everywhere and thinks about her constantly. Whether or not the last bit is true is something I am not supposed to think about, but I suppose it might be true.

Or, perhaps I am the one who is obsessed. Not meaning to, have my thoughts grown to more? Perhaps...

"He loved her, but he hated her..."'