animal collective+night swimming=pure bliss

I just finished doing a bit of "swimming" while listening to the wonderful music that is animal collective. At first I felt a bit like I was preforming interpretive dance in water for a wall, clouds, and trees. My moves were limited, but I don't think it mattered much to a brick wall, clouds, and trees.
I grew tired of the "interpretive dancing" and looked at the clouds.
I saw:
Africa
The letter "Y"
The letter "T"
A heart (zzzz)
A kabob with 2 different items on it.
A Gun
Faces of angry cartoons.
A Question Mark
A Cat
& Other things that I didn't bother to remember.
In between looking at the clouds, I looked at the trees. I stared at them and admired their sense of rhythm. As the music beat faster, the trees mimicked. Wind picked up in stages. I noticed random and strange patterns in the wind and music. In certain songs the wind would arrive during slow, steady beats. Then abruptly stop.
I looked up at the sky and saw a blinking light.
Too far to be an aeroplane, but too close to be a star.
I imagined it was a UFO, but then determined that it must be a real-life twinkling star.
I never knew that stars actually twinkled...I thought it was just a song.


end.

utopia

Yesterday I was driving to my friend's house for her 18th birthday party.
I past the street "Utopia"...and I thought of a former friend.
Whenever I used to go to his house, I would turn on "utopia" and over a year after our friendship has come to an end, I think of him when I see that street sign.
Last night I thought of how funny and ironic it is that he lived on utopia.
According to Webster's, Utopia means:
1: an imaginary and indefinitely remote place
2:often capitalized : a place of ideal perfection especially in laws, government, and social conditions
3: an impractical scheme for social improvement


He was my ideal friend and lover
I loved him, trusted him, and called him my best friend.
I sometimes thought that he felt the same.
Our friendship, at times, was the most wonderful friendship I have ever endured.
But It was impractical and filled with fights, unrequited love, and miscommunication.
Our happiness came and went.

His street was a place of ideal perfection to me.
He was ideal perfection...however...he was mostly imaginary.
I was in love with him...until he moved off Utopia...and now we never speak.

utopia

today.

today i worked. today i worked and slept.
I heard a noise. Sounds like technology. Communication. Destruction. Mind games. Text messaging- useful, however, it rapes the mind of thought. Creativity. Originality. VIBRATE. MTV is played as ringtones across america. Pathetic youth in this modern world...

remember, half of the world's population has never used a phone.

you are privileged.

Intro of sorts.

hello, my name is Kayla Marie. I am an aspiring writer. These are my thoughts and stories.