Its not that I have a problem with waiting, I just have things to do, except when there is a hurricane. Which is why I like hurricanes so much. Ideas come to me in my sleep like nightmares - suddenly and sporadically like a monkey. I have to rid myself of them or they'll fester. People will then notice that I'm not listening to what they have to say, but instead writing little notes on the back of my hand.
People tend to say the same things, over and over, in slightly different ways. Like flashing lights. Don't be surprised that I'm not surprised when you say that you got kicked in the ovaries - you had it coming. Karma Police. Your a bueatiful child. Someone is trying to tell you something. They are writing messages on the walls and sidewalks of the places where you live. We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind, 'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance, Well they're no friends of mine.
Yesterday my sedentary lifestyle was interrupted by an extended meeting up at the water pond. Followed by a "lunch road trip". Followed by a post meeting road trip. Followed by a transportation detour. All these accompanied by indefinite periods of waiting. All I have to say is that I'm not pleased. Compounded by the fact that I have to be staying up late at night getting high like paper.
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There is this man at school who has been trying endlessly to get with some of the students from last year;I just happen to be one of those students.I have ridiculed,ignored and even taken advantage of the fact that he wants to get with me.When I left the school I was so overjoyed. I bought myself lunch at Fridays and topped it off with a slice of Coconut cake at Devon House. But then due to circumstances beyond my control I have to return to the same school and guess what he will still be there.I stood in disaray as I watched my hopes falling to the floor like a glass;shattered to pieces.
A conversation developed between us where in which I was told that he is ignoring me because I broke his heart. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the chair that I sat on. How can I break something that wasnt whole in the first place? His heart is in little bits and pieces and he cant put it back together because he cant find the missing pieces of the puzzle he calls a heart.
While trying to talk his way into the cold dark vacuum that now occupies the spot where my heart used to be a young lady walked in. Now,this young lady isnt more than 16 and he is 30 something. They start talking he whispers in her ears and stuff next thing I know she start writing down digits. So I was like watch him. Typical Male! As I could say that;while turning off the AC he hit up his genitals. All I could say is God does answer prayers.
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Memories forever cherished are the memories that were created while I was around you.They will go unaltered,unchanged,frozen in reality but constantly moving in my thoughts.If I had a picture frame I would frame it for the world to see. These memories have taught me to push every minute to the limit.To cherish and savour every second that I get to spend with someone dear to me.I spent a moment with you where,the world stopped spinning for a while.At that moment I had a whole new perception,a different view of you.I was captivated in your eyes.I saw me through you."beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."I became aware of my beauty in your eyes!
If I could do it all over again would I do it the same way?A question I often ask myself. Yes,I would try to correct the mistake that I made.In regards to the moments that we spent together,the verbal exchange we had on the phone I remain untouch, all I would do is pray,hope and work towards us having some more moments like the ones that we had.
It was about the same time as I took the picture (or a little after) that I got the message that my phone is out of storage space. A shock ran through my body as if a warm, fresh batch of dog urine had seeped up through my socks. It had to happen sooner or later as if by design. Now I have to put to rest everything that is in the phone, get a new one, start a new, way more fresher. It has to die for it's sins.
Every since I got it I had been taking "in the moment" pictures. Little slices of time and space like a fat girl loves cake. So that in the end, I can pull a clean sheet out of my pocket and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, cause we are nothing but the sum of the things we give away. To whom much is given, much is tested.
Usually when this happens it leads to a war with myself as to what to get next. The devil will try to break me down. Only time will tell what dreams may come. A game in my mind, Sharona. Usually in my head the battle is the between the wise decision and the stupid decision. The functionality over design, the simplicity over art. There is never a perfect choice but lots chances to settle.
I was eating lunch down stairs with the other people because sometimes its hard to be hungry and to haul your food up to the third floor just so that you can watch television and socialize with the people you work and play dominos with every, single, day, of, the, week. I have to spread the love around. That hurricane was over promoted.
It is almost like being in a cage and people constantly passing it, buying vowels and saying good morning in somewhat of a "drive-by" fashion. Did you improve on the design? Did you do somethin' new? When you live in a constantly changing world you get bored easily. I don't talk alot. Which maybe a surprise to many, that I, (of all biological beings) would have the capacity to be bored. But it happens.
Tommorow will you bring me sorrow? Stay and say you love me? Will you change your mind. Everything is slightly different for some strange reason but nobody else seems to notice that the sun took a little bit longer to rise this morning. Or that 5 white cars are parked across the road. These things annoy me endlessly.