“With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled.” (writings, and a little love for your friday.)

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Today, was mostly working on a few things writing-wise and way too much coffee. Lots of swarming of ideas…and people and places. Which I can’t really complain besides the fact that sometimes writing brings about so many emotions and ideas that you just can’t write fast enough. Anyhow, I figured I would share a piece with you guys…which will probably become a reg’ here on the Pure and Pink Elephant. It’s funny how sometimes characters and such, can come to you so vividly and you want to capture them, but it’s so much at once that you probably just have a bunch of puzzle pieces unshapely together- that’s probably quite the case with this piece, so it’s definitely a rough draft. However, it’s a part of the lovely process. Anyhow, I hope the weekend is about to meet you well and you have lots of sun and lovely meetings/bouts ahead :). Oh, and ps…this whole ‘signals’ thing from the Universe is real…I randomly captured this shot yesterday (although I can’t seem to get it bigger?) of these two children completely content and drawing with chalk, it just felt like a must. And then, this morning this little piece came to me, how ironic is that? If you listen to the Universe, things will surely start to fit, I think that’s becoming a theme here lately. Enjoy my loves! Talk soon xoxo.

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With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled

On some days the world had no real love affair with the lives that inhibited it, they were just plain, ordinary, people crowding into the masses. In tiny places- in big places. The Universe knew they had no real sense of where they were truly heading, just a direction they knew they were supposed to follow. Their emotions all ricocheted into the the air, getting lost somewhere where time and love and money didn’t exist, or perhaps just didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t to say the World didn’t care, because it did. Yet, it was silly to think the World wouldn’t become jaded, just like anyone else would, after all the chances it gives. Like anything, everything has a purpose- it just so happens the World had a much bigger responsibility than most, and all those emotions that constantly shattered against her was sure to be overwhelming.

However, the World knew that through the plastic static rhythm of their days, which many were trapped in, there were signals that must be given to them to help them see the beautiful life that was just out of reach. They sometimes got it confused with raw material, but that was something the World had come to expect with modern times. Now, these signs were not always big, and red, and loud- nor, were they small, and white, and mousy. In fact, the signs were mere moments that either passed by, or were recognized. It was an array of colorful moments, and simplicity, all thrashed against one another. If only they could see the pattern from up here- all those chances- all those beautiful, simple, moments.

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A sharp screech sounded against the harsh, rusty, tracks. Allaine bobbed along, carefully highlighting the book in her hand while skimming over the words that now seemed to jumble together at this point. She paused for a moment, bored. Eyeing her way down the train to see if anyone was people-watching worthy; outfits, books, and most importantly, conversations- were her normal go-to’s. And anything love-induced, so she could wallow in her own non-existent love life. The regular stared back at her; music venues, lost tourists, and slight sadness. Disappointed at the options, she briefly met eyes with the two little girls across from her. Both were dressed in neatly tailored clothing, designer backpacks, patented Miu Miu oxfords, and immersed in an astounding conversation for ten year olds. Something about travel plans for the summer ‘holiday’. Allaine stared down at her own messy muse, half-laughing by the end of her reflection recollection in the window behind them. It wasn’t all that bad, she coaxed herself, staring down at the coffee she split on her jeans earlier while nonchalantly rearranging her hair, and hopefully her life.’The Universe put forth that irony in a devious and absolutely brilliant sense of peace’, she thought comically to herself. ‘Ten years olds and their worldly travel and trendy attire, I almost definitely will need a drink’, she packed up her book bag and headed for the platform.

She had worried all day about the decision that was sure to change her life, but an odd sense of comfort replaced her worry, she imagined all her feelings falling upwards into the unknown. Everything just disappearing, except for perhaps a beach and a bar. Only leaving behind a certain simplicity to life and maybe illuminate just…the good about a person. She felt a little lighter for some reason, ‘Maybe a place where time and love and money didn’t exist’, but there was no way the World would have such a thought. ‘Damn’, she wandered through her mind, ‘I just need a sign.’ 

She shuffled through the recognizable strangers of her neighborhood stop and emerged from beneath the world onto the corner of a cemented Brooklyn street. It was tree-lined, but hard. It had been a place of captivating richness, and had plenty of stories to tell. Which is why Allaine knew it was perfect for her. The stories always seemed to swing into the air, lazy, and hoping for someone to catch them. And Allaine hoped they would pick her to do so.

She started down the usual path- past the coffee shop, past the bodega, past the three men who were always sitting at a table in what looked like the middle of the street. Entertained and enticed by a thrilling game of Chess and rambunctious gossip. Allaine knew she didn’t feel much at times, but she could feel the vibes and the rhythm of humanity all around her here. It was July, and she felt the embrace of the warm sun touching her face as she began the walk home, it was a catalyst. A soft, yet chaotic laugh, emerged from her soul. She didn’t know quite where it came from, but she imagined it was a laugh of perhaps a certain independence, and gain, and maybe, just maybe- a subtle feeling of somewhat lose of mind. Only some of the familiar strangers took the time to look her way…to observe such a raw moment that would play back only as a mere nanosecond of the record of her life. It amused her actually, the looks of misunderstanding faces- for they were just static muses in the backdrop. ‘So what if they think I’ve lost my mind?’, she softly spoke to herself, ‘Perhaps I have?’

She shyly felt the laughter stop and from the moment, began retracing her steps back to the straight and narrow street. Ironically remembering the ten year olds and coming back down to reality, yet with a new sense of irrational composure. As she walked, she began to think about how funny it is that life gives you something- anything, to hold onto and it’s your decision to take it and stay sane, or to emerge into a life of madness.

She kept walking and something hit her,’The kids must have been out here again this morning since the rain washed everything away last night.’ She walked along slowly- oddly captivated today by the children’s work. She admired the mis-shaped colorful chalk all down the block, the reflection each one seemed to beam back into the sun. Beautifully disorganized, and carefully crafted; all the smiles, bright neons, and such a sheer happiness that reflected only out of a soft childhood demeanor. There was no way this could get lost in the Universe, the Universe must see this as some sort of…purpose- and meaning- in all our disarray down here. How our lives have become, so drained and stale and tired. Allaine had the first clear thought of her day, to simply feel this moment. She didn’t know why this particular moment, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, but it was something she recognized. In an instant a thrash of tears started to take form, it was as if she was viewing life again for the first time. A new Chance. And all it took was a ten minute subway ride with two little girls and a box of chalk.

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The World saw Allaine, and with something like a liquid sunshine, she smiled. She had listened to the quiet hum of my song, the World thought, she had felt the simplicity of at least a part of why they are here. To feel, and to love, and to tell a story. Even when I’m sometimes jaded myself. The World looked at it’s pattern and one more colorful, brilliant, beautiful moment, simply appeared.

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