She said she usually crie…
She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.
-Brian Andreas
just hello…
So it is the millionth time I am sitting at a cafe drinking coffee, pretending to write something brilliant (which I do quite well). I am listening to my favorite song on repeat, this will happen for at least the next hour. I have already spent a small amount of time people watching and wishing I was somewhere warmer. Even somewhere more entertaining would be lovely.
Don’t even get me started on Facebook. I would pretend I didn’t sit on there and refresh my page a couple times, but some of you crazy people reading this know I was signed in. My phone buzzes again, thanks to good old Twitter…Five tweets later, my sister has made it to “Epic Retweeter” status.
I just looked up, thought I saw someone I knew, but I can’t make out any defining features. I left my glasses at home, yet again. This makes people watching so much more difficult.
And after 20 mins of World War III with my computer, I am going to call this post finished.
I hope whoever reads this is having a wonderful evening and has a MacBook, not a dinosaur of a Dell.
Over and out.
Gabrielle Sukich
Let me know…
Let me know if you have had enough of the wandering feet and wandering mind. Your feet may be here, but your mind is somewhere else.
At night I can see inside. I want to know what it feels like to be near you.
We are strangers, afraid to have someone to hold, for fear they will hold us back. So I learn about you one slow day at a time. I won’t keep anything I’m not given. I can be patient. I would watch you go, just so I can see you come back.
So keep on being a mystery, I’ll just keep trying to figure you out.
You can take all your words back and tell me to forget you. You can cut off all ties. Never see me again and play pretend, as if you were only a child who needed their mother to tell them playtime is over. You expect me to wake up in the morning with a clearer head, one less clouded by tears. Maybe you thought I would plan out some escape to occupy my mind, so I was not thinking about you. I would meet new people that could help me with my “fresh start”, as you called it. And I did.
But the distance made me remember that my heart is still broken. It wonders about the words that were spoken. How carefully chosen were the words I spoke. I meant them all. And I realize that what was taken away, you also lost.
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