Dancing Behind My Eyelids,

(a creative piece I had to write for school)

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(diary 21/01/12)

Today when I was at the work a very strange memory appeared on the face of one of the customers I was serving. I don’t know why this memory appeared on her face. I didn’t recognise her in the cities and towns of my mind. Yet that contagious sickness on her face brought a tremor across the synaptic fault-line that connected the mountains and oceans. The memory is a very confusing one to me, which I suppose is why I didn’t even realise it was a memory before today. The memory weighs lightly on the left side of my body, making me strangely happy, almost blissful, and then crosses over to the right side where it feels distressed. Either way it makes me feel unbalanced. I don’t know how old I was when this memory lay ahead of me. The number that falls closest to the line of best fit is 11. That was when I can first remember things like this happening – family arguments. When this happened I would go to a park a couple of streets away from and sit on the sidewalk of the path opposite a house, on the outside, that looked identical to mine. The owners always left their windows wide open as if they wanted me to look in. And so I did. I would look into this house not perplexed by how similar it looked on the outside, but how different it looked on the inside. The inside was a symmetrical opposite of my house. The light fell in a completely different way, creating small shadows, not like the large ones I was used to in my house. I would sometimes see a mother sitting at the dining table, thinking, much like my mum did, only she was sitting at the opposite end of the table to where my mum would sit. I didn’t see the family together much. Our family were always together. Whenever I did they looked peaceful. I doubt they’d be able to say the same, even when we were apart. I passed by this house everyday to and from school for a number of years and always wondered if they ever passed by ours and thought about how similar our houses were from the outside, and how different they were from the inside.