The hallway of my dorm has slowly become like a getaway to me. There are the occasional persons who pass by this late at night, but mostly, it's quiet and empty. It feels nice, very calming, very solitary. Most people thing that "solitary" is a sad thing, a lonely feeling, a thing void of all things - I think of it differently. It's the absence of what is, it's the possibility of existence. The void that is to be filled, the room that has life to come, the empty chair in front of a single table, waiting for that one person to come and sit down. Solitary means a void of possibilities to happen. It is the emptiness that has all things and nothing in it at once. I like that feeling, that "solitary."
I'm sitting here, the hallway is a vacancy just silently waiting for those who inhabit it. I'm not that person though. I'm the observer, the one who stands by and watched the events that happen. I like it like that. If it were anything else, I don;t think I would be writing this. I want to see the world like this, sitting here, my back to a wall, the empty chair and single table of possibilities in front of me. It's times like this I wish I had a camera. Something to capture the emptiness, the possibilities that I see in this moment. Something that I can look at later and understand in totality. It's that artistic side of me that I want to submit to, the side that I want o thrive, and I want to give it everything I can to appease it, but that's not something I can afford to do right now, so I'll wait.
In the mean time, I look out the window of this hallway, the reflection making the sight from outside difficult to see with the light of the hallway behind me. Beyond the reflection, I see a single star, adding to the singularity, the solitude, the endless possibilities. There we all are: one person, one chair, one table, and one star... all of us, the possibilities forming in an endless motif. A picture to be found, a story to be written, a camera to capture the sight, and a person to watch the possibilities forming.
This is my peace, my calm. This place had become more than a home to me, it has become my possibilities, my place to belong. The day that I have to leave it will be a sad one, but when I return, it will be waiting, new possibilities to watch forming right in front of me.
One person, one chair, one table, and one star... the solitary silence of endless possible futures to come.
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