I just remember that moment at the airport. That was one of the few times I really felt it. I hate that I can’t find that spark. I feel everything else the betrayal, the hate yet I never feel the love. I like the chase something about my self I do know. What about the in the moment. Why do I have feel all the flaws in them? I want to believe that one day it will all work. I will know what people mean when they say they were in love. I find my self bitter because I had two guys I think I could have fallen for hard. One of them didn’t want to fall back. The other was to afraid to fall. Like many fools before me I crashed and burned and found myself smitten, broken, and lost. Confusion more then anything…
One day you will find your self looking out of your balcony. You will see an old man with a cane. You now are forced to your balcony everyday to see the old man. He will come by leave flowers on the wall outside your home. He will scoff when you try to wave, smile, or show any emotion. One day a man with a cane will walk to the wall outside your house with flowers, and just as he turns his back he will stop. At this point he will only turn back slightly and tip his hat to you. One day.
St. Jimmy > you
… and it’s called capitalism
Can we please all do this!? Please!
The Last Unicorn (1982)
She has a list, a list which details her life. This list grew into a novel. She reads it as though it is her biography before she has evan lived it. She goes through each page with such hope. As time goes by she relizes it becomes more and more fiction as she lives.
No body hates.
Your going to be successful.
Your going to be a person people can’t help to be drawn to.
She reads these lines and doesn’t understand why she would agree. Many people hate her. In fact they want to shee see her cry and fail. With there efforts she has lost all hope in any success. She has not shown this to them but she definitely holds her head which is why she can fake it so well. This confidence has made people look but her struggles make them turn away. The beauty isn’t everyday. The beauty only exist when the light hits just right. When people see past the pride, and see the raw human being. People don’t look that closely and beauty doesn’t with stand blinders.
She no longer has a fast pace love life.
She is going to take it as slow as she can this time.
She see this boy a boy she thought that there was only confidence.
She was extremely mistaken…He is almost a wallflower; how did she not see it before that night.
She saw more pain from the rain coming from his eyes then she had see in herself even after all she had been through.
SHE didn’t understand it all but she knew it wasn’t right, the next day he revealed something that starting putting the pieces together.
She wasn’t sure if she was drawing this conclusion from fiction or if she was seeing things clearly.
She doesn’t know where to go from here, she knew she could no longer go ack to what she want thought.
She will know longer let him suffer.
She will no longer talk her self out of a brilliant romance.
She will no longer be that girl…