It’s been a while since I’ve had trouble expressing gratitude – it’s such a natural process for me, and suddenly, here of all places, with paper and pen, with thoughts of gratitude that are overwhelming my heart and my body, I’m facing difficulty. Planes often make me evaluate my life, because of this imminent fear that clutters our minds about crashes and deaths, and because being in transition, I suppose, always makes one think backwards and forwards and hope for some closure, or understanding, or growth. If all goes according to plan, (and so far it hasn’t, so who knows?), I will be celebrating ten years post-high school, graduating with a B.A., two years from today. In the eight years that have passed, I’ve learned more about many things, and life became more and more gray-that is, more and more colorful, not black or white- it became complex yet simple, difficult to extrapolate yet clear, so clear, but so confusing. I’ve done 180 degree turns (and 87, and 53, and 136, an
spoken word and free verse by michal shilor || שירה כתובה ומדוברת מאת מיכל שילאור