Listening to the Amelie Soundtrack...

It's 8:26pm. I'm supposed to be doing homework. As I gaze at the objects in my room -- boots, belt, hat on the floor, my fish, plant, music stand, Scripture on the wall, unfinished paintings, stacks of books and CDs, and big posters with long term goals...there is one that is not like the rest. It's looking at me and questioning me. A piece of paper neglected because somehow I am not able to hang it up outside on the streets where it belongs, not because I want to keep it, but because the reality it represents has simply frozen me. The broken, clenched heart of the man who delivered it should be enough motivation for me to fulfill the task he gave me. It seems so long ago...She was already a phantom then...but there it remains and it baffles me. A beautiful face smiling at me, big doe brown eyes, framed in long straight brown hair, captioned with a big question mark, and amidst the objects in my room, creates an eerie juxtaposition. Maybe I've kept it because I don't want to accept the reality, maybe I've kept it because I'm just lazy, maybe I've kept it because somehow I think it's no use anyways, or maybe I've kept it because I'm afraid of slowing down.