by oceanheart13 on August 25, 2011
Hello there. Im a Drifter. What is a Drifter? In truth, its probably something only I know about. Most people say there are two types of people in the world. What they are is up to them. Me, Ive always said Introverts and Extroverts. But theres probably another type. There are never two major groups of anything. There are always the minorities you have to consider. Extroverts are how most people are, or act. They want nothing more than to get out of their heads. Introverts, on the other hand, try all the time to get inside their heads. But there are probably also Drifters: people who have always been inside their head, or Introverts who succeeded. Once you get in your head, you discover it is in fact pretty big. Its like a whole other planet to be explored, with tons of life to be catalogued and named, if youre that sort of person. I just want to see everything, to taste every flavor in the bowl. But Im pretty sure there are more than 52 homemade flavors. Along with the Drifter minority, there are those people who know whats in their head, and chose to do something with it; a productive type of Drifter. I suppose crazy people just cant deal with whats in their head, so they literally went out of their minds. Maybe were all crazy. Im sure Extroverts would agree.
Back to Drifters. Instead of a planet teeming with life, its a mind teeming with thoughts. I dont like to classify thoughts; I like to see what theyre about. Thoughts are easy enough to examine, cherish, and maybe even have again. But its hard to bring thoughts out into reality, voice is so limiting. Then theyre just like a scar. A scar on the hands that you do everything with. Scars are rather ugly. After a time, though, no one but you notices. Nobody cares to look at the hand they shake. I shake palm-down. People just walk away, carrying those heavy briefcases that must carry their hearts, because their mind is too busy thinking about the next appointment. Or that car crash in this mornings paper.
But I wouldnt know. Im not a gray-suited businessperson. Im not a local artist who never cares about anything except their next painting. Im not a spunky, purposely off-beat, chain-wearing, gum-chewing teenager. It might be easier just to say who I am, or might be. Im a shy, out-of-tune, bookworm of a tidy Drifter girl with a passion for learning and thinking, at least when Im myself. I like to think of myself as a mirage, subject to change without notice and never really there. Perhaps thats why, when Im thinking or Drifting particularly far, I tend to grip something without noticing.
Im just a mirage
With a wish to be solid
Im just a dream
With a longing to be a memory
Im just a story
With a hope to be history
Intangible, yet so lifelike
You can almost touch it
Before it dissolves in the rain
I cant help the poetry. It has to be written down, or its lost. Sometimes a thought is so clear, so perfect, and so ideal that it must be preserved. Its not a talent, its a method. Human weakness has some advantages. Then the music seeps in. A little collection of Introversion, Extroversion, and Drifting, all with the mutual need for expression. Am I the first conscious Drifter? Possibly. Am I the only one? I hope not. Drifters are so like Introverts, its hard to tell.
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