I Have Random Thoughts
* I wrote this story a year ago on a whim *
Here I am again - lying on the floor. I feel discarded and alone, in a desolate environment of broken parts.
I used to be part of something great, then I broke away from those I was connected to.
Together we were something great, but now here I am, alone on the cold wood floor.
My only hope of getting noticed is to be stepped on or vacuumed up.
I am a Lego, and I must accept that.
I used to be a proud piece displayed on the top of a Star Wars Lego. It was glorious; and I was respected.
But then my friend played with me, not realizing that I can come apart very easily.
What’s worse is I’m not even sure if he knows I’m missing.
He put my connected friends back on his dresser, displayed proudly for all too see.
From a quick glance, my friends look great! You’d never know I was missing from the top of that wonderful creation.
But they can’t be fine, can they? Can they really just be fine without me>
I feel like I’ve been left for vacuuming, sweeping… or worse yet, I may be hockey pucked by my family’s feline furball. If that happens, surely I will be lost forever.
Is this my fate?
After all the happiness I brought, am I really just going to be left here, like trash?
“Psssst…” a voice whispers from the open closet.
I glance over toward the closet and see a large Transformer on the ground.
“Are you talking to me?” I said.
“No! Over here!” The strange voice emitted.
As I turned slightly, I saw an object folded in the corner, attached to a large ball of twine. It was a kite.
I almost didn’t know what to say… “Hello kite.” I said.
“You know some of us are trying to rest.” The kite said in a firm tone.
“I’m sorry… I’m just sad that I’ve been abandoned and… oh never mind! You wouldn’t know how it feels!”
The kite chuckled - “You’d be surprised.”
I couldn’t believe he was comparing his situation to his mine! I wasn’t going to put up with that!
I spoke - “You, you wouldn’t know what it’s like! You get to be brought out on only the prettiest of days! You get to soar high like a hawk and look down on the earth from a perspective most of us will never see! I mean.. seriously you can fly!”
The kite folded slightly, resembling a smile - “Yeah, I get to do ALL of those things! I get to soar like an eagle and fly and blah blah blah. But there are other things about me too! For 10 months out of the year I’m not looked at, touched or even thought of! And if by chance I crash and tear I will be discarded and replaced that very day!”
I had never thought of it that way… I responded - “Yeah, but at least you’re still in good shape and you have hope! I have none.”
“Why do you say that?” The kite said.
“I was made for that Lego up there on the dresser… that was all I was ever intended to be. And now here I am, all alone.”
“You’re not alone!” the kite said.
“You can tell me I’m not, but I am. I will never be part of something again. I will never have a purpose. I will never be wanted.”
The kite twitched, causing the ball of twine to roll across the floor and bump in to me. With the twine brushing against me, the kite smiled - “See, you’re part of something now. You’re holding me in place.”
“I’m not holding you in place! You’re on the floor in the closet! You were fine before me!”
“No I wasn’t.” The kite said. “See, when I’m soaring in the air, at the other end of my thin twine is a smiling face, staring at me, enjoying my company. I only get to feel that way a few times a year. But now, now I can feel that everyday.”
I hated to admit it, but it felt good to have someone near me.
“But this won’t last.” I said. “Someone will eventually come in and clean us both up and we will lose our connection.”
The kite smirked - “Yeah, that may happen soon, who knows, right? But that’s ok, let’s just enjoy it while it lasts, ok?”
I couldn’t help but smile. It had been so long since I felt the warmth of anyone’s touch.
A couple hours of talking and smiling later, an angry mom came in and cursed at me as the base of her foot crashed down on me! As she reached down to pick me up, I said good bye to my friend. I knew this was the last time I would see him.
“I’m gonna miss you too.” The kite said.
“I’m scared.” I said.
“You’re going to be fine. I have faith that everything will be ok.”
Before we could exchange another word, I was scooped up and tossed into a box.
I already miss my friend… he was the only one who has truly been there for me when no one else cared…
As I wept, I heard a voice - “Hey we’re trying to sleep!”
I looked over, and there they were, a hundred odd, different colored, different sized Legos I had never seen.
“Where, where am I?” I said.
“Welcome to the leftovers.” He said.
“But what, what does that mean?” I said.
“You’ll see. Now go to bed, we’re trying to sleep!”
A few months later, me and my new friends were assembled into one.
As we sat on the counter, I looked across at my old friends and I wasn’t bitter. My new crew had gladly accepted me and I was fitting in better than ever. I was a leg component in a robot and I was great with that!
No, I wasn’t the most prestigious part of the robot - I was a leg part.
And no, I wasn’t on the big dresser like my old friends were.
But, I was on the counter near the window.
And a few precious days of the year, I got to look out the window and see an old friend soaring high like an eagle.
Here I am again - lying on the floor. I feel discarded and alone, in a desolate environment of broken parts.
I used to be part of something great, then I broke away from those I was connected to.
Together we were something great, but now here I am, alone on the cold wood floor.
My only hope of getting noticed is to be stepped on or vacuumed up.
I am a Lego, and I must accept that.
I used to be a proud piece displayed on the top of a Star Wars Lego. It was glorious; and I was respected.
But then my friend played with me, not realizing that I can come apart very easily.
What’s worse is I’m not even sure if he knows I’m missing.
He put my connected friends back on his dresser, displayed proudly for all too see.
From a quick glance, my friends look great! You’d never know I was missing from the top of that wonderful creation.
But they can’t be fine, can they? Can they really just be fine without me>
I feel like I’ve been left for vacuuming, sweeping… or worse yet, I may be hockey pucked by my family’s feline furball. If that happens, surely I will be lost forever.
Is this my fate?
After all the happiness I brought, am I really just going to be left here, like trash?
“Psssst…” a voice whispers from the open closet.
I glance over toward the closet and see a large Transformer on the ground.
“Are you talking to me?” I said.
“No! Over here!” The strange voice emitted.
As I turned slightly, I saw an object folded in the corner, attached to a large ball of twine. It was a kite.
I almost didn’t know what to say… “Hello kite.” I said.
“You know some of us are trying to rest.” The kite said in a firm tone.
“I’m sorry… I’m just sad that I’ve been abandoned and… oh never mind! You wouldn’t know how it feels!”
The kite chuckled - “You’d be surprised.”
I couldn’t believe he was comparing his situation to his mine! I wasn’t going to put up with that!
I spoke - “You, you wouldn’t know what it’s like! You get to be brought out on only the prettiest of days! You get to soar high like a hawk and look down on the earth from a perspective most of us will never see! I mean.. seriously you can fly!”
The kite folded slightly, resembling a smile - “Yeah, I get to do ALL of those things! I get to soar like an eagle and fly and blah blah blah. But there are other things about me too! For 10 months out of the year I’m not looked at, touched or even thought of! And if by chance I crash and tear I will be discarded and replaced that very day!”
I had never thought of it that way… I responded - “Yeah, but at least you’re still in good shape and you have hope! I have none.”
“Why do you say that?” The kite said.
“I was made for that Lego up there on the dresser… that was all I was ever intended to be. And now here I am, all alone.”
“You’re not alone!” the kite said.
“You can tell me I’m not, but I am. I will never be part of something again. I will never have a purpose. I will never be wanted.”
The kite twitched, causing the ball of twine to roll across the floor and bump in to me. With the twine brushing against me, the kite smiled - “See, you’re part of something now. You’re holding me in place.”
“I’m not holding you in place! You’re on the floor in the closet! You were fine before me!”
“No I wasn’t.” The kite said. “See, when I’m soaring in the air, at the other end of my thin twine is a smiling face, staring at me, enjoying my company. I only get to feel that way a few times a year. But now, now I can feel that everyday.”
I hated to admit it, but it felt good to have someone near me.
“But this won’t last.” I said. “Someone will eventually come in and clean us both up and we will lose our connection.”
The kite smirked - “Yeah, that may happen soon, who knows, right? But that’s ok, let’s just enjoy it while it lasts, ok?”
I couldn’t help but smile. It had been so long since I felt the warmth of anyone’s touch.
A couple hours of talking and smiling later, an angry mom came in and cursed at me as the base of her foot crashed down on me! As she reached down to pick me up, I said good bye to my friend. I knew this was the last time I would see him.
“I’m gonna miss you too.” The kite said.
“I’m scared.” I said.
“You’re going to be fine. I have faith that everything will be ok.”
Before we could exchange another word, I was scooped up and tossed into a box.
I already miss my friend… he was the only one who has truly been there for me when no one else cared…
As I wept, I heard a voice - “Hey we’re trying to sleep!”
I looked over, and there they were, a hundred odd, different colored, different sized Legos I had never seen.
“Where, where am I?” I said.
“Welcome to the leftovers.” He said.
“But what, what does that mean?” I said.
“You’ll see. Now go to bed, we’re trying to sleep!”
A few months later, me and my new friends were assembled into one.
As we sat on the counter, I looked across at my old friends and I wasn’t bitter. My new crew had gladly accepted me and I was fitting in better than ever. I was a leg component in a robot and I was great with that!
No, I wasn’t the most prestigious part of the robot - I was a leg part.
And no, I wasn’t on the big dresser like my old friends were.
But, I was on the counter near the window.
And a few precious days of the year, I got to look out the window and see an old friend soaring high like an eagle.
46-50, M
