Here I am… one of those people who are constantly tapping
letters on their keyboards on a random coffee shop. People passing by, glancing
at those around me and myself, and as they walk by the window, suddenly in
slow-motion, I track their eyes, they take a look around, and fancies the idea
of us; of doing something productive, while they’re not. Now we meet eyes, they
think I’m typing something important (I am able to read their thoughts, because
I’m an intuitive person (I’ve been called that once)) while in fact, I’m typing
this useless piece of empty lines. The funny part is that your eyes are still
r.e.a.d.i.n.g to the right.
**
I slept at 19:30 last night. It was still sunny outside,
ready to rise on the other side of the world; I could see it through my moving
window-shutters. I like my bedroom shutters. I’d wake up in the morning to see
the sunlight glittering through those moving gaps caused by the air
conditioner. I love mornings. And that is why I skipped the night, and pulled
a-twelve-hour sleep, only to skip school the next morning.
Sometimes you just need to vacation from your empty life, with more empty time.
**
The last time I spoke to my closest friend was when I killed
her Disney fantasy of love- as I was the reason behind telling her that
womanhood isn’t what we all thought it was. It’s more than that …
I’m not sure whether I did the right thing, or the right
thing… Somebody needed to snap her out of it anyway; she’s lucky I was the one to break it down to her.
Otherwise, it would’ve been cruel coming from somebody else. Right?
**
In any case … if I had wasted your time on my journal, why
don’t you listen to this.. Simmer yourself down a little?
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